I looked back to my father, who could see that this was the first time I had really seen horror of this kind. My father looked at me and asked,
“Can you even imagine?”
I shook my head, and told him,
“No.”
It wasn’t immediate, but the courage and selflessness that I had saw displayed by my fellow Americans on that day changed me. I began to look at the world in a new way, but more importantly I started to understand exactly why I should have pride in the fact that I am an American. I understood that there would be times when people needed help, with no one to turn to. No one except complete strangers. There was a unique bond that all the victims and witnesses of the attack held, a bond I then felt in myself as well. The stick-to-it-ive-ness,
“Can you even imagine?”
I shook my head, and told him,
“No.”
It wasn’t immediate, but the courage and selflessness that I had saw displayed by my fellow Americans on that day changed me. I began to look at the world in a new way, but more importantly I started to understand exactly why I should have pride in the fact that I am an American. I understood that there would be times when people needed help, with no one to turn to. No one except complete strangers. There was a unique bond that all the victims and witnesses of the attack held, a bond I then felt in myself as well. The stick-to-it-ive-ness,