by Mary Cardamon

Created on: November 05, 2010   Last Updated: November 13, 2010

I remember that I had just had gotten up for the day, when my oldest sister called. I answered the phone. I no more said good morning to her when she asked me, "do you have the TV on'? I said "no." She told me to turn it on. 

 I did what she asked me do. For has long as I live I will never forget what I saw, the south tower was on fire.

The plane had already crashed into the south tower. All I saw was thick black smoke. Orange and yellow colored fire smothering the building. Thousands of innocent people trapped in a burning inferno. People on the ground screaming in terror. Tears flowing out of thousands of unbelieving eyes.

Then all of a sudden, the south tower collapsed to the ground. Brave souls trapped under miles and miles of red-hot metal and melting steel. My fellow country men were dying.Thick white smoke pouring from the rubble. 

 Innocent  bystanders running for their lives. It was like the devil had climbed out of hell below the earth.  It looked like an a atomic  bomb had been dropped on New York, City.

I thought the world was coming to an ugly and horrifying end. It looked like the start of World War Three. I was scarred that I might die a death that I was spiritually, and physically not prepared for at that time.

The worst American Tragedy since Pearl Harbor. Why was this happening? All I wanted to do was scream and run away and hide. I could not move. .I just stood there, my feet were feet were nailed to my family room floor. A cold chill was running all through out my entire body.

I tryed to look away from the TV, but I could not. My eyes felt like they were paralyzed. Tears flooded my eyes, pouring down my face. I could not stop crying.  I don't remember feeling so helpless as I did on Tuesday morning, September 11,2001.

 I remember thinking to my self , "what was going to happen to my country now"?

What will become of me and my family, and fellow country men next? A beautiful fall day in New York, City turned to hell on earth. All I can do now is hope and pray, that something like this will never happen again.

 And maybe finally, some day, maybe there will be peace on earth, and good will towards people of all nations of this wery and tired world.

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