#2355 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
to america_to my american woman_to my new friends
My name is Miguel Edgardo Riveros Silva and I was born in Chile during a time of terror.My life was in danger and Americans saved my life.
The terrorists say that they fight for God but they are only sinners and criminals. They are cowards.
The pain of America is my pain. I send all my love and hope to America and to all americans.
I am so sorry and I wish I could do more to help.
My love, my woman is american and I adore her. I will protect her with my life
and with all my strength.

God bless America

miguel edgardo riveros si | 25 | Germany

#2339 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
“…Air Force One…Pentagon…fire, bomb, we don’t know…the President was…” The voice of the newscaster forced itself out of my clock radio, intrusive and, above all, unwanted at the ungodly hour of 5:40am. I groaned, as I almost always do, when I heard the radio click on signifying the too early start to my day and too early end of my warm, cozy night…I am not a morning person and an almost daily ritual for me is to ask myself WHY did I think an early class was EVER a good idea? This morning constitution was jarred to a halt as a newscasters words began to penetrate and register in my sleep-fogged brain. I laid there, frozen as I tried to piece together what, exactly I was hearing. Beside me, my husband turned over…”Did you hear that too?” I asked. There was a pause…”There was a bomb someplace with the President?” he mumbled in a sleepy, confused voice. “I don’t know,” I said, and with that I leapt out of bed, feeling a burning urgency to get to a TV. I yanked open a dresser drawer, grabbed a pair of jeans and struggled into them as I stumbled down the hall and out to the family room. I yanked open the TV cabinet doors with one hand while pressing the power button on the remote control with the other. As the picture came to life I saw the towers come into focus, the audio quickly came up and I heard Katie Couric saying that they were waiting on word, but that in what appeared to be a tragic accident, an airplane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center Towers. Overlapping the end of that statement were comments about the fact that this type of accident hadn’t really ever happened before…
…I heard my husband open our bedroom door and start to ask “So, what…”
… and more comments from those on the TV, asking how did it happen now…
…I started to look over my shoulder to “shush” my husband and something on the TV screen caught my eye…
…I whipped my head back around, feeling as if I were moving through
jell-o…
…the remote dropped to the floor with a muffled thump…
…”Oh, my God…”
… and I watched the second plane plow into the other tower, a fireball hurtling out the other side. In the back of my mind a child-like thought floated through the absolute shock …”I kinda thought it would fly out the other side, wow…”
…It was just after 5:46am, Tuesday morning, September 11th, 2001.

Beth G. McClain ,nursing student, San Jose, CA



Beth G. McClain | 25 | California

#2332 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
As a Canadian citizen living in Ottawa, Ontario, that horrific day has changed my life forever. My father had called me from his office to inform me of an "accidental" plane crash into one of the World Trade Center towers. I rushed downstairs, turned on the t.v, and after about 4 minutes of watching this wierd image of a scyscraper on fire, the second plane hit. Time literally stopped itself dead in its tracks when that second plane hit. It was almost comparable to watching a movie, but this wasn't a movie, this was reality. And for the next 12 hours, i was shaken to the core of my soul at what i was watching. I may be a canadian, but that day, regardless of where you reside in the world, we all came together in harmony. Even one year later, i am still shocked and pained at those inhumane images of terrorism. Those poor, poor souls who never knew. God bless them, God bless freedom, and may God us all in such troubling times of uncertainty. I want every reader to learn that the majority of Canadians understand the frustrations in regards to us fighting freedom alongside American soldiers. Please understand that freedom does not come from military action, and from a Canadians perspective, lack thereof. Freedom spawns from our hearts and love for fellow humanity.

Andrew, 25
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Andrew Berezowski | 25 | Canada

#2328 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
I had just bought and brought home my playstation 2, I was playing on it in the living room for ages, unaware of what was happening! Then my girlfreind phoned me from her work and told me to switch on the tv...I could not belive my eyes I remember asking her questions like How long has this been going on, how did you find out? Just stupid shock questions. The playstation was the first thing on my mind now it was far far the last! I watched the tv all day and night in amazment of this terrible event. Once I got of the phone to my girlfreind I called my Dad to tell him, he already new and was watching it aswell, Me and my girlfreind keeped intouch all day asking each other if the other new any more! Today 12months on to the day I feel touched by the two nations united grief and support for one another, I also feel very angry at those responable, very very angry and unforgiving.

Victoria Crook
21
United Kingdom
Girlfriend of the above.

I can remember the day as if it was yesterday. I was at work and one of my collegues broke the news to us, he had been reading the days news on the internet. At first I didn't believe him, I really couldn't believe what he was saying. Then we put the TV on and it was showing what was happening in the US live on the programme. No-one could believe what they were seeing it was truley unbelievable. I rang my boyfriend to see if he heard the terrible news he couldn't beleive it. All day I kept in touch with him it is times like this that make grateful of what you have got. At the time I was overcome with the days events I could not take into acount the shear amount of distruction that had happened in New York City. A year later my thoughts are with the familys and friends of those who were injured and those who lost their lives. I hope that America can prevail over evil and terrorism.

Peter Martin | 25 | United Kingdom

#2320 | Wednesday, September 11th 2002
I had just begun studying at the university in my home city the prvious week, and having done my laundry, I thought I'd just relax and do my usual bit of channel surfing before hitting the books. I turned on Danish Channel 1 where the American Ambassador was being interviewed. I didn't think much of it at first, but while I was checking the TV schedule on teletext I noticed him saying something like "...this tragic event...". Then the interviewer rounded it off and I noticed the words "...terrorist attack. Maybe the worst ever." I switched to CNN to see what was left of the NY skyline engulfed in a giant plume of smoke and dust and a caption reading something like "Both towers at World Trade Center collapsed after being hit by planes." I felt sick.
My TV stayed on the rest of the day and I never got around to sstudying for the next day's classes. What angered me the most was not the attacks themselves. But watching Palestinians living in Denmark actually celebrating this was almost too much. People who had chosen to live in a Western country were celebrating an indirect attack on it. I was furious.
The next couple of days I felt very restless. I wanted so badly to help, but being halfway around the world there was of course nothing I could do. I have thought a lot about what I could and would have done if I had been there. Pictures of people standing there looking for anyone who might have news of their loved ones moved me. I hope I would have gone down there wearing a T-shirt saying "I have big shoulders. Feel free to cry on them."

Paul | 25 | Denmark

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