Slowly, But Surely; 9-11

Slowly, we mature. Slowly we learn from our mistakes. Everything we do makes us a bigger and stronger person. It doesn’t depend on “which road you choose,” but what we do at the end of the road. Don’t make it define who you are, but make who you are, stronger then you once were. We shape who we are step by step, decision by decision. They places we go, and the people we meet will always have an impact on us. A wise fortune cookie once said...”Don’t be afraid of the world ending, because it’s already tomorrow in Australia.” And this is true, to be scared everyday of what might happen, means you can’t see what is happening, and that should scare you more than anything, to not know what is happening around you. 

9-11-2001, a tragic and historic event that changed almost everyones lives. To think that you could be sitting in your room, everything the same, and a flash of fear had rushed through you, still shocked at what had happened just before. Confusion, scared, worried, lost. (Even though this had happened, you can’t live in fear everyday of what might happen, not to say the least you can’t be scared, but let yourself live, and when it eventually comes, which hopefully it won’t, worry then.) Thirteen years ago today, hundreds of thousands of people had died, died saving others, died in a fire, jumping, or even on the plan itself. A tragedy, honestly one of the worst things that has happened to us. Put aside the worries about 9-11 this year, and respect the firemen, and the policemen, and everyone who had died trying to save someone who had been suffering, or even if they had not died, the respect I have towards them is outstanding. The people on the streets, they didn’t know what was happening, having to run from the dust of the buildings falling down.  My parents had gone to New York while they were they were in the midst of the new building. The tour guide had said, that day he didn’t want to go into work, so his friend had gone in for him, he has thought for thirteen years since, that it was his fault he died. He was a fireman. Not returning to work after. But can you blame him? Or any of the other firemen or police men, people on the streets, lives changed forever watching these people jump out of buildings. In a documentary, of 9-11 I had seen today, live film, a fireman had stood there, watched a person jump from the building, and he became angry, he did not break or cry, he was angry. What if you were faced with the decision of burning to your death, or jumping. What a hard decision. Everyone across America, lives changed forever. People devastated in the loss of their family members.