In 1994, my mother sat down for an interview with a law firm in the World Trade Center. Upon graduating law school a few months later, she declined the job.
In 2001, while working as a lawyer in Italy, my mother came home from work and held one-year-old me as she watched the Towers fall.
If my mother had been working in those buildings, up on the 90th floor where she had interviewed, my babysitter might have never left the apartment. My sister might have never been born. My mother, who sits across the room stressing over my college applications, might not have been here to watch me graduate. I push those possibilities out of my head because I cannot bear the thought of them; yet, for many people, it is a reality. The families of those who died in the Towers, the planes, the Pentagon, and the aftermath, cannot forget 9/11. However, some people have chosen to ignore and thus forget this tragedy because, to them, some of the victims are a disgrace.
The photograph of the Falling Man shows a figure suspended in the air, plummeting head first, his arms at his side, his left knee bent. The photograph is peaceful, but the premise is not. He, along with at least 200 others, were forced out of the upper floors of the buildings by the intense heat and suffocating dust and smoke (Cauchon & Moore, USA Today). Horrified spectators …show more content…
But to deem some deaths as dishonorable is unacceptable. All the lives lost on September 11 were precious; the fact that some decided to end their lives by their own volition should not discredit their memory. Just like my own mother, who, thankfully, was not in the attack, every victim was loved by somebody. We must not forget 9/11 because to do so would be to deny the pain that everybody involved suffered. We have already ignored and forgotten the jumpers; let us not pass their ultimate fate unto
In 2001, while working as a lawyer in Italy, my mother came home from work and held one-year-old me as she watched the Towers fall.
If my mother had been working in those buildings, up on the 90th floor where she had interviewed, my babysitter might have never left the apartment. My sister might have never been born. My mother, who sits across the room stressing over my college applications, might not have been here to watch me graduate. I push those possibilities out of my head because I cannot bear the thought of them; yet, for many people, it is a reality. The families of those who died in the Towers, the planes, the Pentagon, and the aftermath, cannot forget 9/11. However, some people have chosen to ignore and thus forget this tragedy because, to them, some of the victims are a disgrace.
The photograph of the Falling Man shows a figure suspended in the air, plummeting head first, his arms at his side, his left knee bent. The photograph is peaceful, but the premise is not. He, along with at least 200 others, were forced out of the upper floors of the buildings by the intense heat and suffocating dust and smoke (Cauchon & Moore, USA Today). Horrified spectators …show more content…
But to deem some deaths as dishonorable is unacceptable. All the lives lost on September 11 were precious; the fact that some decided to end their lives by their own volition should not discredit their memory. Just like my own mother, who, thankfully, was not in the attack, every victim was loved by somebody. We must not forget 9/11 because to do so would be to deny the pain that everybody involved suffered. We have already ignored and forgotten the jumpers; let us not pass their ultimate fate unto