| Today is a day many of us remember. Where people died for our freedom. The WTC victims and also the many of people who died in the pentagon and on flight 93 in Pennsylvania. I am honoring Kathryn Anne Shatzoff, who died for us that fateful day. I am remembering her as a hero, a victim, and an angel. The terrorists hit her building and ended her meaningful life far too soon, leaving behind her family, her friends, and other people who knew her. She did not die in vain, because today i remember her. I feel sorry for all those who lost their loved ones in that catastrophic terrorist attack. It hit me right where it hurts, my heart, and i knew no one in the buildings. I am thankful though, that the fire fighters, police officers, and many other people who risked their lives, trying to help people get out of the building. The skyline was all smoke and to this day i cry thinking about how many people died because another country did not like OUR freedom. I remember EVERYONE having a flag on their porch, car, notebook, or a shirt. I am crying now thinking about how Kathryn Anne Shatzoff lost her life for ME. I was only in 8th grade at the time, but i know that her and all the others ascended into heaven to be with GOD. God became a big part of my life at that time. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was sitting in my music class, when my grade was called to the gymnasium for an emergency assembly. We didn't think much of it, because we were not allowed to watch the TV's as risk of causing serious trauma to us school kids. I remember going home that day, that's all we talked about all day. I turned on the TV, called my mom, and was scared out of my mind. I waited for my siblings to get home and we all just sat there waiting for my parents to get home. When my mother did, we turned it on as the President started to talk about the events of that day. I remember breaking down as i say these helpless people end their lives and seeing people on the streets looking for the ones they loved. I brokedown on the floor, my mom was holding me as i shoke, cried, and curled in a ball watching the TV. It was a horrible day. I remember the eerie feeling when there were no planes flying above in the sky. The next day, when i was home, we heard our first plane and i started to become scared. I started to shake and my mom held me telling me it was the national guard making sure there were no planes in the sky. I think of all those people who never got to say goodbye to their loved ones and their friends. All the people who never got a chance to experience life, and the heros from the flight 93 in PA. They fought and died to save us. Their sincerely and most definitely angels from above. Now i hope at least once today everyone says a small prayer and remembers those who lost their lives in the name of Freedom, the United States of America, and GOD. Ever since that day I have donated blood in hope that it will help someone out, because i was far too young to help them out at that time when they needed it. So GOD please watch over those victims and everyone else in the world and please help us conquer the evil that affected every American and everyone else that day. AMEN <33 Stephanie A. Rehm |
