It was two weeks into my senior year of high school and three days after my eighteen birthday. A group of us were sitting in the Yearbook room having a typical high school-esque conversation of no extreme relevance…when the startling news made it down the hallway from Mr’s Palmer’s Anatomy class to us. “A plane crashed into the World Trade Center” was what I remember hearing from a fellow classmate.
With a minute or two we were standing in Mr. Palmer’s classroom being notified that a second plane hit. It wasn’t a fluke accident. It was a planned attack. We must have all been numbed with confusion as we stared at the television trying to understand what was going on. The news soon spread and all classrooms were now tuned into the travesty that was unfolding in our country. What was happening to our world? How did a typical school morning soon become a national tragedy before fourth period? How could someone be so evil as to plan such an attack and take the lives of innocent fathers, mothers, husbands, wives…. Why?