When I remember 9/11 – when I watch those scenes unfold as they replay in their compilation videos each year – I look at the faces of the people. I take in the trauma in the eyes of those walking stone statues covered in soot. I see the people running and feel their fear as they are terrified to turn around to see that billowing cloud of debris barreling towards them. I see the disorientation of the students standing next to President Bush, having smiled with excitement for this auspicious visit, only to hear a terrorist attack has taken place and not having a clue how to respond because even the teachers you look up to are flabbergasted.
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In 1570 the word crazy was used to describe someone who was diseased or sickly. In 1580 the word crazy described a person of unsound mind, or who was insane. Jump to today and crazy means cool or good. When did insane become cool? And let’s not forget about driving someone crazy. In the sixties, […]
What an interesting day! It started out before sunrise Saturday. I was drinking my first cup of coffee when the windows illuminated a brilliant pinkish red color – Uh oh, I thought. Red skies in the morning, sailors warning. My mother’s voice echoed in my head. This was a bad omen. Is this going to […]