Over and over again it played on the mounted TVs in every classroom as an eerie silence from the neighboring airport whistled through the deserted halls. Teachers were replaced with newsmen and each class began to the tune of a breaking update. Most parents took their children out of school, at first because of the proximity to the airport, but later to mourn in the presence of family. Mine wasn’t the only school disrupted by the tragedy of what happened, but a mere reflection of a nation whose hearts were glued to New York.
A hole remains in the skyline of a city that still beats and whether you believe it was an inside job or an act of terrorism, the fact still remains that thousands of people lost their lives while others have been changed forever. Let our memory serve as a reminder never to take the days afforded us for granted because we can never predict when or where our last moment will fall.
A Human Tradition 