On the day of the World Trade Center attacks I was in my seventh-grade history class. Over the intercom we heard our school secretary cancel all after-school sports and activities. We couldn't even imagine under what circumstances they would cancel such a crucial field hockey game, and it wasn't until I went home and saw my mom starring in disbelief at the news that I knew something horrible had happened. I remember being scared and asking her, "Mom, we don't live that far away. Are we going to be safe?" She just looked at me and said, "I could have brought you home early from school, but I had a feeling of peace that everything was going to be alright."
Today, I can't help but think of the lives lost and send prayers to those who are still suffering from this tragedy. My heart goes out to them. I'm grateful for our country and how, instead of cowering in fear, we rose up and grew together as a nation. One's true character shows when times become difficult--we showed the world that we will never be defeated.