Everyone has lost someone they love, in some way or another. And they way they died does
not change the amount of pain and grief loved ones feel afterwards. But what happens when it is murder?
Nearly 10 years ago, one of the worst days the United States has ever seen happened. September 11th, 2001 I was in middle school, right here on the island. Slowly, my peers kept leaving class with no further explanation that someone 'needed to speak to them'. It wasn't until fourth period, nearly an hour after the attacks that we found out what happened.
Being so young, I didn't clearly understand what was happening. What was a terrorist? Why would someone steal planes? Why would someone want to hurt all those people?
I remember walking home from the bus stop, and seeing a black cloud in the sky.
And I wondered if it was going to rain, because God was sad all those people were hurt.
It wasn't until years later, and after much maturing I understood the full affect of what happened that day. Yes, I knew it was a horrific incident, but those circumstances were something many people my age simply couldn't understand.
So it's been 10 years, and I have grown a lot in those years.
I understand how horrible that day was, and I now know that it wasn't a black cloud, but ash and debris in the sky that I saw that day.
Now, the man that caused all the pain to all of those people is dead.
Ghandi says "an eye for an eye, and you leave the whole world blind."
But that one death, sure seems like justice for the hundreds and thousands of people who died in the attack. And the brave men and women who died trying to save them.
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