Where were you when the world stopped Turning?
It was a rainy day, so heavy that school was cancelled, and I was enjoying the rare treat of a day off at home.
My mom was watching TV, but not the news, when my dad called from work, his voice laced with concern, mentioning something about an incident in New York.
Mom quickly switched the channel to the news, and that's when I saw it.
I remember watching in horror as the second plane hit the World Trade Center, sending smoke and flames billowing into the air
I didn't fully understand what was happening, but I knew it was something terrible.
As a student of the American School Foundation of Monterrey, I felt a deep connection to the events unfolding in New York.
It was as if the attack was happening in my own backyard.
The sense of community and camaraderie that followed was palpable, and I knew that I was not alone in my fear and confusion.
In the days and weeks that followed, I struggled to understand the magnitude of what had happened.
But as I grew older, I began to realize the significance of that day and the impact it had on our world.
I saw how the events of 9/11 brought people together, how it sparked a sense of patriotism and unity, and how it changed the course of history.
As the seasons changed, I noticed something different about that fall.
The traditional autumn colors of red, orange, and yellow were replaced by a sea of red, white, and blue.
It was as if the very landscape had been transformed to reflect the patriotism and unity that swept the nation.
Today, as I reflect on that fateful day, I am reminded of the bravery of the first responders, the resilience of the american people, and the power of unity in the face of tragedy.