I wanted to blog this yesterday, but I was busy. (more about that in a coming blog)
Yesterday was 9/11, the 7'th anniversary of when our whole world changed. I am shocked, saddened, and slightly angry, at the amount of people who forgot, or didn't even care. I have always been a very patriotic person, and with family in the military, I just have alot of pride in my country. I feel 9/11 is sort of like Independance Day, not a day to rejoice, persay, but another day to celebrate our country and our freedoms that we have. And it goes without saying to honor those who lost their lives in the attacks, and those on the planes who fought for our safety, even knowing theirs was in jeapordy, and the troops that continue to make sure that we are safe. The terrorists might have attacked us, but they have not won by any means. I wish we had services or a memorial or something of that sort around here so I could go. Instead, I dressed up in red white and blue, and found a flag pin, and proudly trotted my patriotic self to work. Its kind of hard to express what I feel about 9/11. So I will just post my rememberances of the day....
I was at PCC on 9/11. I was upstairs in my Philospohy of Christian Ed class.. I remember coming down the elevator in the library and seeing every big wig at pcc, minus dr horton, in the conference room by the elevator. I could instantly tell that something bad was going on. My first reaction was that Dr Horton had passed away.
I was in chapel, in the DHA, in row Q, on the organ side, when they announced what had happened. I was in shock. I couldn't quite comprehend it, but I knew enough to know that at that moment, our entire world had changed.I had a bible class after chapel.
I remember standing with Jeremy Heisey upstairs in the MK, watching students walk to the four winds. We were just speechless, wooden.We went into class and our teacher didn't mention it. AT ALL. We had a quiz that we both failed.
I remember just wanting to talk to my parents to know that they were ok, even though we lived no where near new york. Later, I found out that my brother had come home, grabbed his guns and was preparing to drive from indiana to florida to take me home to safety.
I did not watch the news in the residence halls. I just couldn't make myself do it.The first real knowledge I had of the horror that went on, was the next week when we were finally able to go off campus. I bought People and me and my roomies sat on my bed reading it and just sobbing.It was the next summer when I was home that I finally saw video of what had happened. My parents had bought a 9/11 memorial video and I watched it one night when no one was home. And just sobbed.
May we never forget, and may we never take our freedom lightly.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!
Yesterday was 9/11, the 7'th anniversary of when our whole world changed. I am shocked, saddened, and slightly angry, at the amount of people who forgot, or didn't even care. I have always been a very patriotic person, and with family in the military, I just have alot of pride in my country. I feel 9/11 is sort of like Independance Day, not a day to rejoice, persay, but another day to celebrate our country and our freedoms that we have. And it goes without saying to honor those who lost their lives in the attacks, and those on the planes who fought for our safety, even knowing theirs was in jeapordy, and the troops that continue to make sure that we are safe. The terrorists might have attacked us, but they have not won by any means. I wish we had services or a memorial or something of that sort around here so I could go. Instead, I dressed up in red white and blue, and found a flag pin, and proudly trotted my patriotic self to work. Its kind of hard to express what I feel about 9/11. So I will just post my rememberances of the day....
I was at PCC on 9/11. I was upstairs in my Philospohy of Christian Ed class.. I remember coming down the elevator in the library and seeing every big wig at pcc, minus dr horton, in the conference room by the elevator. I could instantly tell that something bad was going on. My first reaction was that Dr Horton had passed away.
I was in chapel, in the DHA, in row Q, on the organ side, when they announced what had happened. I was in shock. I couldn't quite comprehend it, but I knew enough to know that at that moment, our entire world had changed.I had a bible class after chapel.
I remember standing with Jeremy Heisey upstairs in the MK, watching students walk to the four winds. We were just speechless, wooden.We went into class and our teacher didn't mention it. AT ALL. We had a quiz that we both failed.
I remember just wanting to talk to my parents to know that they were ok, even though we lived no where near new york. Later, I found out that my brother had come home, grabbed his guns and was preparing to drive from indiana to florida to take me home to safety.
I did not watch the news in the residence halls. I just couldn't make myself do it.The first real knowledge I had of the horror that went on, was the next week when we were finally able to go off campus. I bought People and me and my roomies sat on my bed reading it and just sobbing.It was the next summer when I was home that I finally saw video of what had happened. My parents had bought a 9/11 memorial video and I watched it one night when no one was home. And just sobbed.
May we never forget, and may we never take our freedom lightly.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!
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