I was in first grade when the 9/11 attacks happened. My family was living on Long Island at the time. I remember leaving school early that day with my brother Sean, but no one told us why. We finally got home and my parents were on the phone with the TV on. I was so confused what was happening. There was panic and fear in the atmosphere. My Mom and Dad sat me and Sean down at our kitchen table and told us, “A bad man has flown planes into the twin towers”. As a 6 year old, I couldn’t wrap my head around how this was possible. From that day on, the world changed. I am now 22 years old, 16 years have passed, but it still feels like yesterday. Just like the rest of the nation, it will be a day I will never forget for the rest of my life. We will always remember both those who lost their lives in the tragic attack and those who dedicated theirs to help assist others and the community afterwards. From across the Atlantic and over 3,000 miles away from home, my heart, thoughts, and prayers are with those who lost their loved ones and those who sacrificed their lives in the face of fear to help others.
We will never forget.