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where we stood except maybe
a crane and a dump truck. So, we
continued walking down the block.
We wanted to get to the famed Wall of
Remembrance. When we arrived there,
the scene was unforgettable. There
were tons of flowers, papers with
messages, cards, teddy bears,
and anything imaginable that had special
meaning or memories.
Then we looked up. I can honestly say
that I will never forget the scene, the
emotions, and the awful awe.
They were gone. As much as I had
heard about it and as much as I wanted to
believe it, I could not. But it hit
me full force as I was staring up into
the skyline. The World Trade Center
Twin Towers
are gone, forever.
In front of the wreckage, where the Wall
is located, is the oldest church in New
York City. Completely covered in
dust, it is a comforting sight.
Once I saw it, I knew that everything was
going to be okay. The sight of the
cross against the rubble was an image
that everybody pointed out.
As we moved with the crowd, we began to
see the remains of the buildings.
It was so horrific; we stopped in our
tracks. We could not believe our
eyes. Buildings were burnt out so
completely that all that stood was the
twisted, grotesque shape of the melted
metal skeleton; the structures looked
like spaghetti. I had heard that
the pictures did not do the awful sight
any justice. That statement is one of the
few truths I have heard that really hit
home.
Life as we knew it changed forever on
September 11, 2001. But we cannot
let that take over our lives. We cannot
let those who did this win. We have to
live life to the fullest and remember
that, just like the World Trade Center,
life can forever change in the blink of
an eye.
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