posted on Aug, 30 2006 @ 08:42 AM
As an American, an American who lives about an hour from where the World Trade Center once stood, I have a question about the American perspective.
9/11 is one of those events in life that everyone knows exactly where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news.
I for one recall exactly. I own a bakery/deli, and I was in the back baking bread getting ready for the lunch rush. Breakfast rush had ended, but
usually one of the front workers would come back every couple of minutes to refill either a bagel tray, or anything else that was running low. There
was usually alot of noise coming from the front, as we have a great atmosphere, where almost every customer is on a first name basis, and we (yes
including me) have been known to break into singing a song for no reason - just alot of fun. Anyway for a little while I noticed that there was no
"hub-bub" whatsoever. I walked out to the front. The sitting area has 15 tables, and a little TV for the customers. I'll never ever forget what I
saw as I came to the front. Approximately 30 people including all of my employees, were huddled around the TV. By now the second tower had been hit,
and reports of people jumping were being aired. A police officer who I nicknamed Big Steve, was a mountain of a man. Well over 6 feet tall, built like
Shwartzenegger, and one of the toughest SOB's I've ever known, was standing watching the TV with tears flowing down his cheeks. I stood riveted. I
haven't shed so many tears as I did that day since I was 3 years old. I was never so glad to go home and kiss my wife and babies.
I remember that for the next several months, Americans became a galvanized union. Every American, at least all of the ones I know, suddenly became
brothers for lack of a better word. We forgot the petty hate. We stopped sweating the small stuff. The Star Spangled Banner became the Rallying Hymn
it was meant to be when Francis Scott Key penned the immortal words. Everyone stood with hands on hearts and got misty, they stopped talking and sang
along. The American Flag became the beautiful symbol of freedom it was meant to be. I saw people who didn't even acknowledge one another on September
10, helping one another as if they were long lost family after 9/11. People would yield to traffic, and wave one another in where just the day before,
the finger would be used in the exact same situation. THERE WAS PRIDE. It was cool to say "GOD BLESS AMERICA". Thanksgiving has never ever had so
much meaning. The holiday period was exceptionally beautiful.
It saddens me that that warmth has gone away. Why must a horrific event have to happen for us all to realize just how lucky we are, and what wonderful
freedoms we have yet take for granted?
I am VERY PROUD to be an American. My gradparents on both sides came from Italy, and they worked hard and achieved the American dream. My ancestry is
Italian, and I am proud of that, but when asked of my nationality, my response is not Italian, it is AMERICAN. I have not forgotten the feelings. My
life was changed forever, and if I had 3 wishes - 1 of them would be to make those feelings we all shared come back, and never leave.
How do you all feel?
[edit on 30-8-2006 by lombozo]