September 11th

When I think about September 11th I think about all the innocent men, women and children that died that day. I think about the firemen, police officers, and other people who went into the building to save people not knowing if they themselves would make it out alive. I think about the people who were stuck in the building not knowing what was going on or if anyone was coming to save them. I think about what must have been going through the people's minds who jumped from the building deciding to take their own lives instead of waiting to see what would happen. I think about the people who were running late to work or called in sick who could've been there that day. I think about all the people that did survive and how they live after seeing everything they saw and in some cases losing loved ones. I think about the children who are alive today without parent, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, or other family members. I think about how you could see or talk to someone not knowing that was the last time you would ever see or talk to them again.