exactly eight years ago around this time of day, i started to secretly cry to myself after seeing people jump off the windows of the twin towers to death, some holding hands or hugging each other. it was only a few days later that i cried even more as i watched the news and heard the voice messages victims left for their family members to confess their love for them during the last few minutes and seconds of their lives.
i remember telling everybody the sadness i felt to watch what was going on on the other side of the country. i told them i cried and and it got passed around it seemed, as one day, somebody came up to me and said, "i heard you cried watching the 9/11 attack?" and smiled at me mockingly. i thought to myself, "of course, who wouldn't after seeing such a tragedy." that person was just a year or two younger than me and maybe, less emotional. yes, nobody i knew personally was in the attack zone but how could i not show emotion from hearing that thousands of innocent civilians lost their lives so suddenly and so tragically. it's hard not to think of the family and friends who did have to experience the lost of somebody they held close to their hearts.
a tragic day it was. and it was only during that period of time in my life in which i ever felt an ounce of patriotism. i remember feeling angry and hurt that there are people out there who are so evil to have caused such destruction. i wanted so badly for somebody to find these people and punish them for their wrongdoings.
however, i felt even more angry at the americans who attacked other based on their race. i started to think that these people maybe should have been the ones who died in the attack instead as they are ignorant and stupid. RIP all the victims who died as a result of the 9/11 and I will cont. to be thankful and grateful for mine.
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