My eyes flutter open as my morning alarm goes off, the sun shining in my face through my blinds. I let out a groan as I haul myself off the comfortable bed, pushing the fleece sheets off me and dreading the day to come as I disable the alarm. Another day of the same old thing. I groggily head to my bathroom, brushing my teeth and staring at my self in the mirror. I shake my head and take a quick shower before dressing in my usual work uniform. A grey shirt with only the logo on the front, and jeans. Nothing special, of course. I glance at my phone and realize just how close I am to being late to work. I decide to skip breakfast, like the day before, and head out the door with my bag and keys. The cool air hits my face, which is somehow refreshing. …show more content…
My hands steady on the wheel, I make my way to work. It seems I actually will make it on time if I keep the pace I’m going at. Thank God, I can’t afford to be late to work again. As I turn the small dial for my car radio, desperate to find something to listen to, I hear beeping behind me. I don’t pay too much attention to the ruckus, since the highway is always full of grumpy people rushing to work, pressing the car horn like nobody’s business. But I quickly realize my mistake as someone else crashes into my car, at high-speed, sending me flipping off the road. I no longer care about the radio, but instead scream as my car flips a few time before stopping, pieces of the car and even glass whipping by me. Out of fear, I faint. The next time I open my eyes, the part of my car that used to be a door is being pried open by a firefighter, although my vision is blurry. I can’t move nor feel my legs, or arms. I only let out a small grunt of pain before my vision fades once more. I wake up once more, but this time, in a hospital room, alone, the only sounds accompanying me is a clock softly ticking on the wall on my right, and the heart monitor …show more content…
The man cleared his throat, and I stared up at him silently as I waited for him to speak. “I..I have nothing I can say to make this all better. I didn’t know that would happen that morning. If you had died, I couldn’t have lived with the thought that I had killed someone else’s child and lover.” He glanced to the side at a drawing of a smiling, brightly colored flower. “I ask that you..could possibly find the will in your heart to forgive me. They just told me why I crashed into you..because of the tumor. So much is happening at once, and..and I can’t deal with it all. Please, forgive me, despite how hard it will be..” He said, his voice cracking. I stared at the sheets on his hospital bed, before motioning Dr. Palmer to push me closer. When she did, I got up, and used his bed to support myself, while Dr. Palmer made sure I didn’t put too much pressure on my left leg. I then stretched my arms out slowly, giving him a warm embrace. He broke down in my arms, letting out small apologies, to which I rubbed his back soothingly. It was silent, but I didn’t mind. I let the ticking clock soothe my own emotions, and his beeping monitors, a reminder of how he had it worse than
My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults.
On September 11, 2001 terrorists crashed two American airline airplanes into Twin Towers, killing thousands of people. It was the worst terrorist attack in American history and it showed us that we are not protected by Atlantic and Pacific. It showed us that we could be attacked by anyone at anytime. It showed us that if we will be attacked again that we can only depend on each other and not on other nations to help us. The 9/11 changed people forever, some lost family members or friends, others lost their jobs even so called “American Dream.”
2,753 people died in the World Trade Center, 403 of which were NYFD, NYPD, and Port Authority personnel. This number could have been lower if the fire department and police department had worked together appropriately (Tracy, Thomas. “FDNY to Announce 32 More 9/11 Linked Deaths .” NY Daily News, NEW YORK DAILY NEWS, 7 Sept. 2017, www.nydailynews.com/new-york/fdny-announce-32-9-11-linked-deaths-anniversary-nears-article-1.3476104.) The police and fire departments were against each other since at least 1993, this led to them being unprepared during the event of 9/11 because of the lack of coordination. The 9/11 attacks were terrorist-caused, planes were hijacked and flown into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and a random field in Pennsylvania.
t was a sunny Friday morning when the news arrived. The perfect weather was an ironic slap to the face as we endured one of the worst days of our lives. A shrill ring from the phone grabbed the attention of all of us. The image of my mother’s face is burned into my memory forever. As she hung up the phone, I already knew the news was not what we had expected. She burst into tears as my father held her, tears falling from his own eyes. That day she was diagnosed with ductal carcinoma in situ, a form of breast cancer. That day was her 50th birthday.
For people who were born after 2001 have you ever wondered what it was like to like through 9/11? Well here is the experience of living through it from Michael O’Mara.
In response to the 9/11 attack, New York has worked to strengthen their infrastructures and make them resistant to terrorism. To date, New York State has received more than “$6 billion” in anti-terrorism money from Washington (Brill). “These funds have been allocated for critical infrastructure protection, counter-terrorism and law enforcement, cyber security, health emergency preparedness and other emergency services” (Ten Years after 9/11).
There was a man with golden-orange hair and eyes dressed in uniform, along with some other men dressed the same way walking through a grey-bricked corridor. They soon arrived to a room with iron bars, obscuring the view inside. They had opened the door and on the floor of that tiny room was the golden-haired boy surrounded by a number of paper planes. He looked up at the officers, his face filled with surprise and fear. Two of the officers went behind the boy and struck him in the back, eventually pinning him to the ground while the man with the golden-orange hair picked up one of the paper planes. He unfolded it and read it while the boy was struggling to get up. Soon the man tore up the paper plane and let its pieces gently fall onto the floor. The golden-haired boy's eyes widened and his eyes followed the pieces. He soon screamed out of utter rage and got up, pushing the other two officers off his body. His hand balled up into a fist and he punched the man who had torn the precious little plane. Just when he was going to go for another punch, the two other officers grabbed him and dragged him off. The boy screamed and struggled to break free as his eyes filled with tears.
The 11th day of September, 2001 was not just any ordinary day. It was an annihilating day for both me and my country. That day symbolized the burial of my grandfather, who died the week prior. My grandfather, played a fundamental role in my life. He encouraged me both spiritually and educationally. This is also the day that the Islamic terrorist group Al-Qaeda decided to attack the United States. They achieved the attack, though the hijacking of four planes; this caused the complete destruction of the Twin Towers (North and South) of the World Trade Center located in New York City. The terrorist group was also responsible for the partial collapse of the Pentagon. They did, however fail in their attempt on attacking the United States
Her husband had to have surgery to remove prostate stones. Ann’s last husband died of from lymph cancer fifteen years prior. This procedure caused a lot of anxiety for Ann. On the day of the surgery she took a lot of busy work to keep herself preoccupied but instead she had many irrational thoughts. She thought her husband might have cancer, that her son would have to grow up without a father, and she was angry that she was in the situation to begin with.
The lights took the boy over roofs, cities, and oceans. They flew for what seemed like
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Imagine yourself a child, at home watching television one afternoon with your brothers and sister. Suddenly the doorbell rings. Your mother goes to open the door and it's the police. You sense some kind of confusion and you hear yelling. A policeman grabs you, gathers up your other siblings and says, "Get ready, you are coming with us. You’ll see your mother soon. You will be gone for only a few days. It’s going to be OK" You are terrified. You try to say no and put up some kind of fight. No matter how much your mother protests, she fails to prevent the police from taking you away. You are put in a police car and taken to a strange office where you are surrounded by people who call themselves “social workers”. After sitting for what seems
In my opinion, the terrorist attack by the Muslims on 9/11 disgusts me. It infuriates me how such an ignorant, incompetent, and flawed religion such as Islam has so much influence on a large part of the human population and how the slaves of the religion willfully invoke unnecessary terror under the name of a fabricated deity made by an Arab who was a pedophile, polygamist, terrorist, uneducated, and war thirsty man.
All of sudden her hurried pace slowed, trying to steady herself reached out for dad’s arm. At the same time, holding her up and hugging me tightly, explained, “They found a large mass above Eddie’s pelvis.” Mom was listening intensely. He continued, “The mass crushed his pelvis, the intensity of the pain caused the collapse”. Their conversation interrupted, a nurse approached with the release forms for surgery. Mom yelled, “What!” and burst into tears. “Can you please give us a second, we need to discuss this, my baby boy!”. Mom, the strongest among us, now seeing her tears flow, caused my fears to bubble to the surface for a bit. Suddenly, my dad clapped his hands to refocus us that Ed needed surgery now. His hand shook trying to sign the forms. Those papers represented the beginning of a long
I opened my eyes to see, yet again, the irritating glare of the ceiling lights. The sickly green walls added to the nauseating clinical feeling. It is no surprise I cannot “progress” enough to leave with such dismal surroundings. I regained most of my strength quickly after the accident but my memory did not appear to be coming back. The doctors had said my accident had made national news. “Car accident...his wife in labour...memory may never return...tragic accident”. Simply an unfortunate case of wrong place and wrong time they said. The irony of the incident being we all ended up in hospital. Since then I have been completely unable to recollect any of my past. I could not even remember my own name. Isabella Pyper. The sound still felt strange on my tongue. I glanced up at the clock which displayed 8:59AM. This meant one minute before two strangers and a doctor were going to wander into my room.