I was in third grade, I repeat. A friend of mine had its birthday, so we were to celebrate it on the cancha on school. However, we saw on one of the classroom’s TV that the Twin Towers were attacked. It created immediate panic amongst teachers and mothers; some teachers were also mothers. Mami usually passed by, and when she knew about this, she immediately took us home, in high noon. The days thereafter would prove the weaknesses of the exemplary Western society. But it pulled many together.
In 9th grade, our teacher, Mrs. Arroyo, made us do a special assignment about 9-11. Instead of taking the actual events, I took what happened after the events, about how NAFTA and NATO reacted and still do to that time. I told her and many –which surprised her, and me too-, “I don’t like the assignment.”
Eight years later, I’m standing on a computer, three hours, forty-four minutes shy from the “capital of the world”, close to the capital of this nation. It’s near chilling and heartbreaking that this has happened. 2,914 people dead and 24 missing. How could God let this happen? How could He let those poor families carry the cross of their dead relatives, carried by such shameless people? Is it really an internal complot for world domination, or just an excuse for war from America? Was it just an action carried by a government that despises Western freedom? I do not know, nor do I care.
I can’t imagine how those Arab families in America have felt after that horrible day. Those pressures of living a normal live have carried to this very time. Not only that, but the economy never recovered. But something happened: God did made good out of the bad. He let America unite each other, proving that were sin is, grace over abounds (Romans 5:20). America, at least for a moment, was united, linked with one another. And, if only for a moment, that same country proved how powerful is that great motto: “In God We Trust”.
My prayers go out for the victims of 9-11.