by Julia Michala Johnson
September 11, a day that makes me cry a million times. I was very young, only 4, when it happened. Too young to actually know what was going on, old enough to be shocked with tons of smoke coming from a building, old enough too feel sad when I saw my mom crying buckets. I want honor those heroes who died, those heroes who helped bring people out of the building. I don't want survivors to feel guilty because God obviously has a bigger plan for their lives. I offer a pray to those who may still have anger in their hearts, I want them to feel a sense of comfort and to forgive, not forget, but forgive. I want pray for all the people who lost their loved ones, children without moms or dads because of the severely hateful people who did this. I am sorry for all the Muslims who are now branded with the words "terrorist" because a number of their race are hateful and taught to be hateful. I congratulate those who see that it is wrong to hate just because people don't have the same belief as you. Thank you to the soldiers that still serve our country, thank you for your courage. Thank you to you firefighters that are courageous enough to run into burning, crumbling buildings.
I also want to say I love you to everyone!
I could never post enough tributes but here are some. "Where were you when the world stopped turning" is making me bawl. Songs to make you reflect. Prayers that I hope give comfort.
I could never post enough tributes but here are some. "Where were you when the world stopped turning" is making me bawl. Songs to make you reflect. Prayers that I hope give comfort.