Remembering...

I remember waking up that morning and hearing it on the radio. I thought it was a prank. I had to go to the wic office to have them remove Taylor from their stuff. it was a week since she died and only 5 days since she was buried. I remember sitting in the wic office when I realized it was true. Watching those buildings collapse just made my heart drop even more. It seemed like a personal attack on every American. I felt that in those few moments they "raped" every one of us. Leaving us exposed and vulnerable. Then as I watched the people come together to help everyone else, I felt a sense of pride.