As my fellow teachers and I gathered in our faculty room to celebrate a happy occasion, a co-workers birthday, our princial came rushing in and turned on our television. We all sat and watched, first in wonderment at how a pilot could have possibly made such an error, then in shock and disbelief as reports of terrorist attacks continued to pour in. My heart fell into my stomach as I watched the second plane fly into the second trade tower. I tried to imagine myself as a passenger on that plane - hysterical with fear and then death - my mind goes blank. I have tried to imagine that it was my son who called me from the plane, telling me how much he loved before it exploded and I can't continue the thought without feeling utter devastation. I grieve right now for all those who lost someone they loved more than life itself. I can not fathom such terror. How can they can they go on? I always fly my American flag outside my home, for I have a great pride in my country. Today it flies in rememberance of those who woke up one morning, went to work and lived a nightmare before their lives came to a tragic end. I hope some day their families with find peace.
Last updated: 09/15/01