September 11th Changed My Life

I awoke the morning of September eleventh like any other day.

Comfortably lying in my bed, warm and snug. I was dreaming and at

total peace, oblivious to the world around me. Suddenly, I sprang up

to the blaring sound of my pulsating alarm clock. The sun was up and

shining into my bedroom window. I got up, looked around, and observed

the horizon with a disgruntled look on my face; admiring its beauty. I

did not know it that chilly morning, but September eleventh would

change my life forever. It changed my perception about fear, my

awareness about world issues, and my view on the preciousness of life.

As I was getting ready for school, I felt a fearful of the new year

ahead of me. I felt disinclined to go to school that day, knowing that

I had a plenty of difficult classes to take. I reluctantly trudged to

my first class in the brisk fall air. Within seconds of taking my

seat, someone asked me if I had heard about the plane that crash

accident in New York. Five minutes later my teacher began informing

the class about what was really going on, she turned on the

television. As I was watching the second plane crash into the World

Trade Center, I knew it was no accident. I was so shocked that I

forgot all about being tired, and glued my eyes to the television with

full intensity. I immediately began to fear the worst; I imagined

planes falling out of the sky everywhere all across America. I feared

that maybe our city would be targeted next. But most of all, I feared

the beginning of a new world war. My fears were confirmed when I heard

reports of other planes falling out of the sky. I felt the immediate

and utter doom of our nation, and every thing I believed in.

Contrasted to my fears about test taking, public speaking, and

difficult classes the September eleventh catastrophe dwarfed them all.

Before the event I had never been put in a situation where I felt my