On that day I remember exactly where I was when the first plane hit the towers. I was trying to get ready for work and watching the news as I always do. I could not believe my eyes or ears when I heard the news. I sat for a moment wondering if my aunt Lola was okay. I called my father to see if he heard. I wondered who could do such a thing? Why would you do such a thing?
I went to work. There was a skeleton crew. We had TV's brought to the sales floor. We all watched the planes hit over and over again. It was horrible. I kept thinking if I could only wake up from this nightmare. I called my father again. They still had not been able to get to my aunt. This feeling of dread went on for months. So many lost. For what? So many injured.
Then there was the hope, America's pride, the oneness and the love. Fifteen years later, I am wondering where is the hope, where is America's pride, the oneness and the love of your fellow man/woman? Did we not learn anything back then? How the destruction of a nation can come so quick.
Honestly, there are very few people on the face of the earth that I cannot stand. I can count them on one hand and have fingers left over. I don't believe that anyone has any room to judge another. We all come and leave the earth the same way. No one has it totally figured out. There is not a magic pill or button that one can push to change their life. Hate breeds hate and love breeds love. Once we realize these simple truths, then and only then will we be able to get past our differences and come together as a city, state, country, world or universe.
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