It's hard to believe that today is the 9 year anniversary of the attacks on the United States on September 11, 2001.
I was in New York when it happened and saw the events unfold from outside the windows of my High School at the time. I was on 49th Street and had the perfect view (excuse the poor choice of words). It was like watching a summer blockbuster film, but live. Phones were dead, subways were closed and the island of Manhattan was shut down (I lived in the Bronx at the time). What made me even more scared was the fact that my older brother worked right underneath the WTC and I couldn't get ahold if him until the next day. I was seriouslyconcerned for his life and it was torture for me not knowing. My school let everyone leave early, so I hooked up with some friends and we walked from 49th Street on the West Side to 125th Street in Spanish Harlem on the East to catch an express train to take us to the Bronx. When I got on and the 6 train went elevated, and everyone could see the skyline and that long cloud of smoke rising to the sky, their was a dead silence. You couldn't even hear the train tracks rumble with every passing. When I got home and saw my grandmother, the floor started to violently shake (it was an old building), because 2 fighter jets roared through the sky above us. It was so loud and people outside stopped everything and watched with their fingers in their ears.
My brother was fine and apparently got out of the WTC only minutes before the first tower fell, but that same luck was not granted to some of my classmates who lost their loved ones. My generation was tarnished that day and we'll forever be linked to that tragic event that robbed people of their lives and our youth. 10 years may have passed, but that memory still lives fresh in me and I'll never forget. I believed that my generation was ruined.
My heart will ALWAYS go out to all the people lost that day, friendsand families and to the brave men and woman of both the NYC Police and Fire Departments who risked it all.
United We Stand!