I cried for them that Day

Well, I realized that I missed blogging on September 11th. So I'm making it up now. My greatest prayer for people is that we won't forget. I'm not talking about revenge or safety of our country (though protecting out country is of utmost importance), but the reaction people had was truly amazing. For the first time in a long time, our country had something to pull together for: to recover from 9-11. So I will start off by telling you what I remember about that day.

I got up early because we had some where to go. I heard the TV on in the living room; that was unusual, we didn't usually have the TV on in the morning. I walked in the room, and before I even saw the TV I knew something was wrong from the looks on my parents' faces. For the first time in my life I saw my parents scared. Later that day before my family prayed for everyone that had been effected, my dad made me promise that I would never forget that day. What happened, and the pictures we saw of people in other countries partying in the streets because of what had happened. I learned that day, that many people fear the freedom we have, and because I am an American I will be hated by some. By people that don't differentiate between children, soldiers, civilians, atheists, and Christians, only that they are Americans. I will never forget. What about you?


God has Blessed America!

Your Literary Junkophile.



This a picture I took while in Chicago, it is on the back of a statue outside of Soldier Field.