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    dots Submission Name: September 11th - Five Yearsdots
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    Author: Tissue
    ASL Info:    17/Male/New York
    Elite Ratio:    5.06 - 80/87/33
    Words: 280
    Class/Type: Prose/Serious
    Total Views: 766
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    Bytes: 1675



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       They say everyone remembers where they were on September 11th. This is my story.


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    dotsSeptember 11th - Five Yearsdots
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    It was an ordinary class. Nineteen seventh-graders, glancing wistfully outside, watching a beautiful day melt into English class. No one particularly liked English class, except the teacher. So, when the principal entered the room and called her outside, we all silently cheered. But when the teacher walked back in, we could tell that something was wrong.

    "Class, the World Trade Centers have just been struck. Let's pray."

    And we prayed. Not as a class, not as children, but as twenty collective souls bent towards heaven, and interceding for the innocents. None of us knew the particulars, but we didnít need to. We knew enough to pray for them, and trusted God to know the rest. When we stopped speaking (for we never exactly stopped praying that day), we all went down the hall and huddled around a radio spewing static and crackle, and the news. The station didnít matter, no one was playing any music anyway.

    Our hearts chilled when we heard that the Towers fell. Few of us knew what they were. I didnít. What we did know, though, was that thousands of candles had been snuffed out, without warning. Children were now parentless, and marriages were halved. We would later learn that one of our ninth-graders lost his father in the collapse. Shortly thereafter, he left school.

    Each of us stopped at the flag on the way out, and for the first time, we understood the stripes. We were alive, and we were American. Our limbs were cold, and our hearts ached, but our candles were still lit. And on that horrible day, they blazed brighter than ever.

    September 11, 2001. Never forget.




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      This peice made me feel so... I don't know how to exactly describe it. I had no idea that the World Trade Center had been struck that day, I knew nothing. I guess I was only 7 back than.
    But now, I've watched the movies and documents on it and I felt so bad and guilty that I had known nothing about this.

    Reading this peice, I could see that you truly cared about what had happened and about the people that went away that day.. My heart dropped after I finished reading and it was all about how you described it. I don't think any of us will forget that day..

    My teacher told us a couple days ago that 2 months before 9/11, a newspaper in our area had taken away International News. They thought that everything was so peaceful.. that they wouldn't need it anymore. But 2 months later.. it happened and guess what? The International News came back.. I guess what I learned from that is that you will never know when there really is peace forever.. I don't think there ever will be, but I still have hope. And from reading this, I know you do too.

    Keep on writing...
    ~*~ Lisa ~*~
    | Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by Nani | [ Reply to This ]


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