In light of today’s date, and because it is still early on in the year, i felt keeping a journal would be a good topic of discussion.
My Freshman year of college was the year of the September 11th attacks and i was living in Washington DC. While keeping a journal can be great for preserving memories, it can also be used as a way of therapy for the challenging things we face and don’t always understand. You may find that keeping a journal works wonders for you. whether you write in it everyday or just on certain days when you feel a certain type of way and want to write about it to get it off your chest. Bellow is an entry in my own journal, 1 of only a few for that year, but by far the most significant for me and today i have decided to share it with you…
Tragedy – My Account of 9/11
Last night I was up until 3:30 a.m. studying for a Japanese test. I woke up this morning and went to my first class. I was a little late, but it was okay. Before going to work, I stopped by the administration building to take care of something and, as I was leaving the building, I noticed a crowd of students around the television watching CNN. I figured they were just geeks, so I left and headed back to my dorm before heading to work. On my way, I got a little curious as to why everyone was watching CNN on an early Tuesday morning. I got back to my dorm, turned on the television and to my astonishment one of the World Trade Center Towers had a hole in it the size of a plane! Then, out of nowhere, another plane crashed into the other tower As we all stepped into the hall, to talk about what happened, CNN announced that the Pentagon had just been hit. I ran back to my room, looked out of my window and was greeted by a massive amount of smoke and then blazes of fire. As I looked on with amazement and disbelief, they announced over the intercom that students were to stay where they were while the campus worked on an evacuation plan, just in case things got too out of hand. (Like a huge plane crashing into the Pentagon wasn’t enough “out of hand” for them.) I turned back to the news and could not seem to tear my eyes away from the screen. I began to hear girls crying because they were scared or had family in those particular places. My whole heart went out to them. Then, there were those who could not contemplate the severity of what had just happened; they frustrated me.
As the day went on, I watched the city break into complete havoc. We were under attack, and there was nothing I could do about it. Some girls were talking about going home and asked me what I was going to do. I smiled with dampened eyes and said, “Home for me is thousands of miles away,” and that’s when I began to feel completely alone. It was an indescribable feeling. I wasn’t scared, but I felt alone. Despite the fact that I had family and friends in D.C., not one of them was familiar to me. It was like being in a foreign place, yearning to see a familiar face and be held by someone I knew well. All of the other students around me were a few hours from home. My home was on the other side of the United States.
It’s now about 5:30 Wednesday morning and I cannot get any sleep. Along with everyone else in my hall, I’m contemplating the thought of another attack, and if so—where? I know there probably won’t be another one. There was a point in time when I would have said that [an attack] would not happen because I’m in America, or, God wouldn’t let that happen to me, but then I thought, those people [who died] probably said the same thing.
The world is forever changed. People who once thought America was invincible have been greatly disappointed. There is, however, one lesson I have learned from this tragedy, and that is: It doesn’t matter who you are or where you are, when God is ready to shake things up, because we have become too content in our ways, he will. And in a big way.