Eight years ago, I woke up at this time to get ready for class. It seemed like a typical ordinary day, one that included an exam in Sociology 101, an endless lecture for my Religion class, and stocking books at the college library. Honestly, I didn’t think anything major was about to happen to the country, as everything seemed so safe and secure in the world. Little did I know that a couple hours later, life would be changed forever in America.
As I was about to leave for class, my mom told me to come in and look at the TV. A plane had just crashed into World Trade Center Tower 1. Seeing the blazing inferno coming from that building, the TV, then showed the second plane hitting Tower 2. Seeing these flames, I said this is not no ordinary plane crash that someone had done this intentionally. I was just in shock, terrified that this could happen in America. My mom had tears in her eyes, while I stood there staring at the TV.
I left for my daily commute down Maryland Route 140 headed for another day of class at Western Maryland College (now known as McDaniel College). While listening to a classic rock station out of Baltimore, I heard that the Pentagon was hit by a plane as well. Instantly, I knew it hit closer to home, as a family friend was working at the Pentagon that day on a IT assignment. I said a prayer at that point, praying that God would protect him and somehow bring him out alive. As I walked into my class, I heard that my sociology exam was postponed and classes were canceled. After endless calls to my friend, I decided to call out sick and went home to be with family. Later that evening, I found out my friend survived.
The images of people searching for loved ones still haunts me. It’s an experience that no family should ever have to face. September 11, 2001 could have been a lot worse, if the crew of Flight 93 did not fight back to prevent hitting the Capitol. I look back and while my heart aches, I know that our country changed forever that day.