...leaving my freshman Lit class when the first plane hit. No one really believe the guy that came in and told us. But by when I got to my sociology class, the tv was on. Two minutes later, we watched the second plane crash into the other tower. No one moved all day. Not until after the towers had fallen. I left and went home, only because it was five minutes away. For the next 2 weeks, the television was on 24/7. Then I turned it off. It didn't come back on for a month.
I felt so much sadness and so much pride. Sadness for our country. Pride for the cream of humanity. For those men and women that rushed in to help. For the men and women that sacrificed their lives over Pennsylvania. For the men and women who stayed day in and day out to bring out the pieces of the fallen.
I was never angry. Which is weird. I just felt sadness and pity. Pity for those that would be so misguided and blind to love as to celebrate the loss of 2973 lives.