Where Were You?

This coming Monday will be the 5th anniversary of 9/11. I certainly remember where I was on that horrific day. I was in my second year of college and home sick that dya with my yearly late summer cold. I was woken up at 8:20 in the morning when my mum called me to tell me to turn on the news. I went downstairs where my dad was watching T.V with my then fiance. My dad couldn't even peel his eyes away when he said "someone's going to be in big trouble!" For days none of us could leave the living room. I managed to concentrate in class but promptly ran to my car after class to listen to the news. CNN became a permanent fixture in our house for about a week. We eventually went to our cottage and vowed not to turn on the T.V. Even though none of was even in NYC, it still drained us emotionally to watch the devestation and feel the pain inflicted on humanity that day. Five years later, I still can't watch video footage of that day without a small shudder creeping its way up my back. Regardless of the reasons why it happened or the events it subsequently brought about, my thoughts are still with those who lost loved ones, my pain for them is still as raw and my hope is still as great that the world will never again encounter such evil. Lest we forget.