During lunch time me and my coworkers came to Bayonne, NJ to
view the monument called "Tear Drop" that the Russians sculpted and
sent here as a gift and to remember the lives that was lost on 9/11/01.
I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday. The year which was supposed to be my first
year in high school but, not doing what I suppose to do in the 7th I got held
back (I didn't have to add that but, I want everything accurate). During one of
my early morning classes in my final year at PS #34 in Jersey City, It was
sunny. Getting ready to tackle this year when the principle came on the
intercom and said something of which till this day could barely understand. I
just knew it didn't sound right. Then one of my fav math teacher Mr. Brancato turned on the TV to CNN. All I
saw was one of the WTC building up in smoke. After a while of watching CNN it
was time to switch classes.
I always loved going my second period class because it was pretty easy and calm, plus I got to see a view of the WTC right from my seat. Plus i have never been to it but, hoping one day i would have the chance to go. It wasn't the same that morning at all when I saw it burning I was scared for those inside the building, hoping that the "accident" didn't harm anyone. I soon realize it was no accident, when I saw an explosion happen to the other building... Didn't know what it was but, it was a second plane that hit.
A lot was going through my mind as the school became quite from all the parents picking up their children. After a while no one was allowed to leave. I didn't know if we were next or what but, it was terrified. I then knew I would not be able to visit the WTC because by that time the buildings and lives were gone...I couldn’t believe it… after getting home from school early that day, there were no TV, no phone, it was just total silence. I hardly slept that night.
Seeing that this is the 10th year anniversary of
9/11 it still has not left my mind and sight. I am hoping that people take
things more serious, pray even harder, love one another, and lets not give up
because with every tear there are streams of blessings coming, more weight has
been lifted, and shedding a tear or two doesn’t make you less of a person otherwise
I would have been less than who I am.
***Photos taking with my Blackberry Bold 9700 and 1with my iPad2***
