Reflections on 9/11
To be honest, no. I always thought those firefighters et al were heroic because I couldn't imagine putting myself at such risk like that everyday as my job. I was impressed, however, how normal citizens immediately rallied to do what they could. People housing people they barely knew becausethey couldn't get home since the trains and bridges leaving Manhattan were closed. The rush ofpeople at the hospital who tried to donate blood; so many in fact, that most of us were turned away because the hospital couldn't cope. So I guess, in a way, when I think about it, that's pretty heroic too, even if it's to a lesser degree.
The missing person postings it really personalized it for me I was overwhelmed with sympathy and compassion.
What really scared me about the events of 9/11 was the changes to society that followed it. The increase in security bothered me, even as a child. I distinctly remember hearing from my sister that the Statue of Liberty was closed and feeling very frightened by the notion that such an iconic place wasn't open any more. The events themselves didn't scare me; the way the government reacted to them did.
When I first heard that a plane had hit the WTC, I thought it was an accident. I will never forget standing in the cafeteria of my high school, watching the live news coverage of the situation andseeing the second plane hit the other tower. At that moment I realized the planes crashes were not accidents.
I think that 9/11 proved that a true hero is anyone who is willing to put others above their own fears. 9/11 also proved that crying wasn't a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength and love.