Ever since i was young i wanted to be a New Yorker, the big apple seemed lyke such an exciting place to live and on my holidays there i enjoyed it very much… lets just see if i can explain it I am American and love America, tho i do live in canada. On 9/11 i was sick in bed when my mum came to wake me up i was confused, she knew i wasn’t going to school i had a doctors appointment and she told me “you may not want to move to NY anymore” she told me there was a bombing and i didn’t think she meant it was that serious but when i turned on the TV and saw the horror unfold before my eyes and couldn’t belive it, how could anyone be full of that much hate? i totaly lost faith in mankind! now it is 2004 and i am still not over it, i dun believe this is something one can get over… it is hard for me to get on with my lyfe but the Lords strength will guide me because As Long as one heart still holds on, Then hope is never really gone…

I would lyke to keep this short though it is not my full story i know i will never forget that day and i will make it all the way through

If tommorow it started over i won’t make it; if another terrorist attack happens i am afraid i am not strong enough… I just Love America too much to see the liberty and freedom destroyed like that day. i am glad i have made it this far to see america pull together in a time of terror…

God Bless America