Nine years ago.

Nine years ago today I sat in Mrs. Dilworth's 7th grade language arts class. A senior came across the hall and gave us the awful news. When I got home from school, my mom had the news on, and I watched it with her.

I was 12 years old then, and I didn't understand.

I'm 21 years old now, and honestly, I still don't understand.

I don't understand how people can have so much cruelty in their hearts.
I don't understand why anyone would want to hurt other people so badly.
And above all, I don't understand why we can't all just accept each other.

So today, along with hoping for peace for the poor people who lost the ones they love, I'll have hope for the souls of those who felt that this was a good idea. And I'll have faith that they get their just rewards.

And above all, I'll have hope for my children, and I'll pray that they never have to lose their innocence, and never have to experience a painful disaster such as I did 9 years ago.

R.I.P. Twin Towers, and all the brave souls who went with you. We'll never forget.