September 11th, 2001


What a sad subject for my first post

Thanks to all my new friends in the Boy Meets Boy IRC room, I've finally gone on-line to sign up for a live journal. I was feeling rather uninspired earlier this week, so I didn't post right away. Now, unfortunately, I have something to write about.

So, where were you when the World Trade Center towers were destroyed? Well, I was probably in class. I actually found out about the event while getting my haircut earlier today. I guess it really didn't hit me at the time. I had to make the walk back across campus and check in at the TV before I had a good impression of what had happened early today.

At first, I thought simply "why?" But that's about as far as I got. My mind cannot seem to comprehend why anybody would do something this terrible. I thought it was bad enough, hearing the towers had come down...and then I heard it was passenger jets that were hijacked. I began to imagine what it would be like being one of the passengers on that plane wondering what was going to happen followed by the terrible realization of what was going to happen. I began to imagine, but I stopped. It was just too much.

No matter what I've done, there's been on overwhelming feeling of sorrow. I can't think of a single person who I personally know who might have been involved but much death, so much destruction. And for what purpose? Perhaps somebody felt wronged. But even then, what wrong would justify the deaths of thousands? I can think of no reason, no justification.

Oh, god...I just saw a clip on the news. Such a perfectly clear view of plane #2 crashing into the second tower. You could see it so well, hear the cries of the on-lookers so well...

Whenever this subject has crossed my mind today, I keep wishing there was something I could do to help. But it's so far away...I feel useless over here. Well, if nothing else, I'll be praying. If you read this, please offer a moment to do the same.

Signing off for now...
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