I was only 11 years old on 9/11, and I didn't realize exactly what had happened until I got home from school. That's when I saw my mom frantically trying to call my uncle, who was an IT guy working for a civilian contractor at the time. Turns out, he was supposed to be working in an office just three windows down from the crater in the side of the Pentagon, but by some quirk of fate was on the other side of the building when the plane hit. He says that he was just as lucky as he's always been, but you could also say that God was watching him that day, keeping him safe.
My family doesn't blame Islam or the average Muslim for the attacks, and we sure as hell don't think it was America's fault. This was the act of a few terribly misguided individuals who saw the world leaving them behind and tried to bring us back down to their level.
They failed, but we can't let our guard down too much.
Our country is being taken to the edge of the abyss, bringing the rest of the world along for the ride. Will we be the passengers who stay sleeping in our chairs, not even knowing that we are about to go over the edge? Will we be the people who accept our fate, calling our loved ones to say goodbye? Will we be the people who scream in terror, or are numb from shock as we can't find a way out?
Or will we be the people who made this country the greatest power that the world has ever known? Can we still be the people who rush the cockpit and take over the plane, possibly sacrificing ourselves to save countless others? I know that this is still within us, that we can still lead the world to a bright future. Let us hope that we can find ourselves, as Americans, before it's too late.
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