Not me, My parents
Date Submitted: 4/29/2017
I wasn't alive on 9/11 but my mother and father were. My mother and father took a trip to a hospital in Boston, about 15 miles away from their brand new home. My mother was pregnant with my older brother and was getting an ultra sound to see him for the first time. My dad was in the waiting room, waiting for my mother to finish up. He overheard a conversation with two nurses, they said that a plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. My dad was so shocked that he ran into the elevator, ran into the brand new car and turned on the news. Then he heard that his doubts were finally settled, it was true. He started to freak out because that would be so many people's last day on the face of the Earth. He ran back in the hospital, and when he reached the same floor, the nurses were crying and it was on CNN. Our mom got the news after the second hijacked plane crashed later in the afternoon. Then they figured out that the planes were from Boston and it was all over in that waiting room. My parents left and then went home just to watch the news for the rest of the day. Then the World Trade Center collapsed and that is all I know about the story. I heard that on my 11th birthday. My live has been changed forevermore.
As America confronts these tragic circumstances, it is imperative that the situation is not compounded by expressions of religious or ethnic intolerance. The greatness of our nation rests on the exceptional diversity of religions, nationalities, and ethnic backgrounds which characterize its people.
Statement of the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights