#221 | Saturday, October 27th, 2001
I was in bed at nine oīclock when my dad woke me up to tell me about the crashes at the WTC. I got out of bed in a hurry and watched the replay on TV about five times. It was hard to believe it really happened. At first it looked like a Hollywood movie.

It was scary especially because less than a month before, Iīd been in NYC to get my visa for my study abroad this year, and my dad had showed me the sights, including the WTC. He actually said in jest, "This is the number one target of terrorists." I wasnīt even interested in seeing the towers at the time--NYC was just too crazy for me, and I longed to go back home to my small town in PA.

The plane that crashed in Somerset, PA, is about an hourīs drive from my house. One of the cell phoneīs 911 calls was actually made to my local 911 center. When I later that day told my 16-year-old sister that, it really hit home for her: this was in our own backyard.

My mother was really concerned about me studying abroad in Spain, but since Iīve gotten here in early October, I havenīt had any problems telling people that Iīm American. Iīve gotten nothing but positive, supportive comments from the locals about what happened. Two other American girls were subjected to some jokes by French exchange students here, but otherwise, I havenīt heard anything negative. The hardest part about getting to Spain was riding that plane, especially since my flight left from Dulles. I didnīt relax until two hours into the flight. I was scared of being hijacked, even though I knew that really, my fear was irrational. Obviously, this hasnīt affected me the way that it has affected thousands of other lives, but it still had an impact on my life.
DeeAnn D. | 21 | Pennsylvania

#222 | Saturday, October 27th, 2001
I was getting ready for school, and my mom came into my room. She said, "Turn on the TV, now. The World Trade Center got hit by a plane!"

So, I turn on the TV. I saw smoke and fire raising from the first one hit. I was in shock, but I still had to go to school. When I got there, it started raining, and we went into the library to watch what was happening. Nearly the whole school was packed into the TV room, and we all watched as the second tower was hit.

It was truly a mortifying day.
Tabby | 13 | California

#223 | Saturday, October 27th, 2001
In Memory of what we had, who and what we lost, and hope for tomorrow----------

Wounds and Scars------

A wound represents the present, a scar is a memorial of the past--a historical

Wounds were inflicted September 11, 2001--another day that will live in infamy--driven by mutual misunderstanding, miscommunication and unfathomable hatred. But
wounds are temporary--causing either death or scar........

Scars--reminders of events in which something new is learned. Some think scars represent pain, an accurate but very narrow perspective. Scars tell a story, explain the past and provide new insight for a healthier and brighter future. Scars are a necessity to build character and serve as evidence that healing is possible, that life still goes on--but never the same as before--a visible flaw remains as a reminder........

When I think of wounds and scars I remember Jesus' hands---The pain He endured, the immortal wounds, and the scars that convey an undescribable love. If He had remained dead the holes would be fatal wounds--but He lives--the scars proved His resurrection to doubting minds........

The wounds of September 11th will heal--however, the physical and emotional scars will forever remain as living memorials representing and reminding us of the devastation of hate and the healing power of faith, hope and love--"and the greatest of these is
love" (I Corinthians 13:13).......

Healing is in process--removal of rubble and debris from buiiding sites, planes, and foremost, hearts. Only ruins remain.......

Healing requires a deep cleansing--God, Hear Our Prayer--renew our hearts--
destroy our selfish pride, help us all to be still, to listen and learn, and to love. Guide us to true peace and freedom for all.

darlene franklin | 44 | Tennessee

#224 | Sunday, October 28th, 2001
I was asleep. My grandmother called me and woke me from a dream I was having about a war. I was dreaming that New York was being bombed and on fire, she woke me to tell me that New York, was indeed, attacked. It broke my heart and scared me. I ran up to her house in time to see the second plane crash into the second building live on TV. I was amazed, frustrated, frightened.

Then the buildings fell. With those buildings, went my heart.
Kalen | 17 | Kentucky

#225 | Monday, October 29th, 2001
September 11th 2001 caused a complete deadstop of my thinking. My son was sitting and eating a big pile of spaghetti pointing to the TV-set when I entered the room. It took about a second to realize that there would be a before the 11th of September and an after from then on. I said half to myself half to my son that nothing would be the same anymore now. This was too big for a babyboomer like me to have answers for to give to my kids.
Rainer Block | 43 | Germany

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