september eleventh two thousand and one
Let me be honest.
Ever since 9/11 I have questioned my government
my fellow citizens
and even myself.
I got up and turned on CNN like I did everyday and watched the world I knew die.
After the second plane hit I rushed to the bank to withdraw all of our cash. I still don’t know why I did that but I didn’t think that credit cards would be of much use.
When I got back people had migrated to our home. It used to be a church so it was kind of apropos.
I remember that some of the chicks were freaking out.
And I remember spending a lot of time on the phone.
I remember telling my Dad to get his hand on as much cash as possible.
And being pissed I couldn’t reach my sister.
I’ll never forget the look of incompetence on the President’s face.
In the days afterward I felt kinda lost.
I don’t think I ever got my bearings back.
The world we live in has changed, mostly for the worse.
Or more than likely, we’re just paying more attention.
Asking more questions.
And trying to figure out why our neighbor’s sons are dead if Saddam had nothing to do with 9/11.
But life goes on.
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