Saturday, December 26, 2009

Another touching post by a girl, my tears are just gonna drip down...

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Stacy German

I was in journalism class when this happened. I was just 17 years old, about to be 18, when a girl from our class rushed in crying saying the pentagon had been bombed. Our teacher (who at the time I had a crush on, I can remember that, it's funny how these things stick in your mind) rushed out and we followed him. There was a large TV in the library, and I got there in time to see the second plane hit. Over and over they played it. And I sat there and watched.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't even talk. I stood there dumbly as someone screamed and a tower fell. And then the second tower. And for a few minutes the world was black. There was a girl screaming in the hallway, because her dad was in the tower working there. He lived in NY, we lived in Indiana. She was lucky, he didn't go into work that day because he was sick. But I can still hear her screaming in the back of my mind. My teacher came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder, and my best friend was squeezing my hand. ANd in the days that follwed I told everyone I ever knew how much I loved them. I hugged the muslim kids we had, because they were just as horrified as I was that someone using their faith as an excuse could kill so many innocent people. I even got my ass kicked for protecting one of them from a bunch of stupid drunk college kids going on a rampage.

Over the years we've forgotten that togetherness. That moment were we weren't a nation of who likes Bush/Obama/Cheney/Palin...we weren't a nation of blacks/whites/chinese/germans... We were just Americans rushing out to give blood, or money, or time to help each other. I wish, I wish with all of my heart, we hadn't lost that feeling. Because right now we'd be on a much better path if we hadn't immediately started hating each other again.

Dramatic post =)