Never to be Forgotten

I rode the bus to school that morning and no one said anything about it. There were murmurings about it in the halls, but I didn't quite get it...until I saw the news in first period. I was in Mr. Earley's English Class. I sat on the left side of the classroom near the back with tears running down my face.

My little brother was only 5 months old. I had just started high school. I was a cheerleader. I thought I was so cool. But, as I sat and watched, I realized the most important things in life were my family and friends, not being a cheerleader or running with the popular crowd. 

We watched the news in every class period. I remember laying my head on my desks throughout the day saying heart-felt prayers for everyone affected and for my family to be safe. I didn't know what else to do for them.

I will never forget that day. I'm grateful to live in this wonderful and beautiful country where I feel safe and protected. Thank you to all that give of their time, family members, and lives to keep our country free. You, too, will never be forgotten.

September 11. 2001 :: 10 Years Today