10 years later...

I started this on 9/11/11 but didn't finish it til now.......

I haven't blogged in forever, but found a topic I am passionate about to get me writing again.  I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday.  I was in 8th grade and up to that day I was known as being pretty ditzy and out of sorts with reality.  I just flew on my own wavelength and had no desire to make some huge difference in the world.  I remember being afraid at school because rumors had gone around my small town that our arsenal was going to be a target as well which would have been a nuclear disaster.  I, naturally, believed the rumors and had a massive freak out.  My dad came home from work early that day to meet up with us right after school.  I RAN to him dying to know what had happened. I walked in the door sat down on the couch and will never forget what I saw.  Those images of people jumping out of the building and the dusty chaos beneath them and the second plane and then the other planes along with it.  I was terrified and I felt so sick inside.  And then I found myself in complete amazement at what the next days consisted of..the many firefighters and rescue workers who made beyond their best efforts to save any person they could find.
My dad kept on world events so he caught on to the names of Osama, and Afghanistan, and Taliban a lot quicker than the rest of us did.  My mom got out a map cause we didn't even have a clue what the Middle East was.  From that day forward I seemed to have some new sense of caring and passion.  I began following the news and politics like never before. I wanted to be involved.  I began my plans to unleash my political front that I knew was going to change the world. I wanted to be the President of the United States. I wanted to fix EVERYTHING.
I realized I wouldn't be able to get there, but I definitely wanted to make the difference I could with what I had.  I became more interested in being smarter or atleast more informed.  I started doing civil service work with my dad and to make a long story short, my life was changed.  From that day forward, I saw that things were not simply about me and my life, but such a larger scale and that there are everyday heroes.  There are people fighting to make this country better, this world better in the way they can.  I know I won't ever be the President but I know I will make a difference.  Thank you to those incredible heroes that strengthened and added to my life in such monumental ways.  God Bless America