TheReeve
My Life
September 10
So, I'm not afraid of tomorrow because of the possible
threat of terror. I'm just dreading it because my spirits
have been somewhat good lately and I don't feel like I'm
emotionally ready for tomorrow. One year ago tonight, I'd
never looked up at the empty sky and known that not a
single plane was in flight. I'd never truly understood
what freedom was, and I didn't know the words even to the
first verse of God Bless America. I know that I will
forever remember the events of that day a year ago...down
to the exact detail. At this point, I'm not ready to
remember the emotional turmoil I underwent, even as a mere,
distant spectator to all the mayhem. I feel as if the pain
of the victims and their families rests upon us as a
nation. I felt that way then, and still today. I remember
going through different stages of mental
questioning...what's going to happen now? Is this the
beginning or the end? Where will we be in a week, month,
year? I remember having some concern about being
drafted...even though I knew the possibility was very
distant. But none of us knew back then what would happen.
I remember fearing that, and then not long after, I
remember accepting the idea as what could have been my
purpose. Those thoughts seem silly now, but that's how I
felt then.
I have things to do now, I have to get back to my normal
life. I'll try to put this aside as much as I can. I want
tomorrow to be normal.
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