A couple of weeks later and I could not bear the pain any longer. I decided I needed to get away. Ground zero was still smoking. And very sad. There was not a smile on anyone’s face. It was a changed place. A desolate place. I went overseas.
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September 22, 2001
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Several days later I was in class then a plane went over our lecture hall. Silence. It was excruciating to hear the first sounds of flight.
September 11, 2001
I could recount all the events that took place on this day and the coming weeks as if watching a motion picture.
By far this was the worst day of my life. A day full of chaos and sadness. And grief. And one that opened up my eyes to the depths and disasters of wars. I suppose it broke my naiveté. It was a very sunny, clear day. My sister was on her way to the WTC and decided to turn on CNN to see the weather. When the first plane hit the anchor woman said she didn’t understand how this "accident" could have happened. It was a beautiful day.
Then the second plane hit. And everyone knew.
I could have lost my sister. I couldn’t call my mother or other family. The cell phones were down. Then all the planes went down.
We used to love lying down on the benches in the atrium and looking up. The tall towers almost converge.
September 10, 2001
Back to NY. I have just spent the past week in Key West for my birthday. My friends and i had initially flown to Miami but it was dead. So we decided to drive to Key west and stay there for the festivities.
