Like most Americans, I remember exactly where I was when 9/11 happened. I was at my high school, and they wouldn't clue the students in on what was going on. After all, so many people commute from New Jersey to New York every day. I had classmates whose parents worked in the city, friends whose dads were in the twin towers, family who was near it all. The school didn't want us students to panic. I remember calling my mom to see what was going on, hearing her voice crack over the phone. When I later realized the weight of what had happened, I remember being overcome by the feeling that people are evil. Soon after on a chilly fall day when I looked at the billows of smoke and fog, which had taken the place of where the buildings had stood tall, I wondered how we would ever ... [Read More]
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