I was in my English class in Junior high when our teacher turned on the T.V. We watched the planes fly into the Twin Towers. It was in this moment we heard a painful cry come from the back of the Class. It was one of my classmates crying as we watched the attack replay over and over on the T.V. No one made a sound. No one moved. We just listened as he cried in a way I’ve never heard a teenage boy cry in my life. The teacher walked over and placed his hand on his shoulder as a way to comfort him, but even he had no words. We later learned that our classmate had an Aunt who was at the Twin Towers during the attack! I will never forget the sound of his cry! It was painful to listen to and all I wanted to do was hug him but his cries were so loud and intense I was scared to even move. I don’t know if his Aunt made it out or not- We never saw him again after that day but so many years later I still find myself praying for him and everyone who lost someone they love on 9/11.
Thank you to all the men and women who run in when everyone else is running out. #Neverforgotten #9/11
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