Time is moving very quickly this month and before I really had the opportunity to really commemorate it, 9/11 had come and gone. I decided to share my experience of the events that occurred during that day in my life because having lived through it in New York, I would like younger generations to know what happened and always remember.
I was in junior high school and it was a day like any other. I woke up early showered and got ready for school. I lived in queens and my brother and I were waiting for the bus with our individual groups of friends. We went to school and were there for about an hour when we were all called in to the auditorium. Our teachers looked very worried, but none of us knew what had happened. We waited in the auditorium and one by one the kids that surrounded me began to disappear.
They were all being picked up by their parents. I decided to go to ask for permission to go to the bathroom to take a look around and get some sort of idea about what was happening. I made my way out of the auditorium and I saw one of my friends wrapped up, like a small ball on the floor crying and a boy picking her up and wrapping his arms around her trying to comfort her. There were a few other kids around, so I asked them why she was so upset. This is when I was finally told that the World Trade Center was completely destroyed. This girl’s father worked on one of the top floors of one of the towers.
The first person to come to mind was my mother. Fortunately, my mother, who worked in a building across the street from the World Trade Center had been moved to a different location in the city. I began to recollect all my beautiful memories of the towers. My mother worked on Saturdays at this building across the street, so my grandmother and I would accompany her to the city and while she worked we would wonder through a mall that existed on the basement of the towers. I began to think about how this tragedy could have happened on any day and that we were fortunate to not be there at the wrong time.
Eventually, we were given the opportunity to call our parents to have them pick us up from school. My uncle Mauricio, who was my part-time father while I was growing up, made his way to the school and picked us up. We drove though our neighborhood in queens but even at that distance the damage was noticeable in the sky. Where there had once been two shimmering silver twins touching the sky, now in their place was a horrible cloud of smoke.
My family and close friends were extremely fortunate because none of us experienced a loss that day. My friend who was crying in this boy’s arms at school later found that her dad was evacuated from the building before it collapsed. However, many New Yorkers were not as fortunate and my heart goes out to all their loved ones. The motives for such acts bring about so many negative thoughts and emotions in my mind that I don’t think it will be worth mentioning. Instead the immense courage and compassion that our firefighters displayed that day for absolute strangers are something to be immortalized.
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