It was 7:00 a.m., just like any other morning — my nurse gave me my medications, and then my nurse said, “Oh, by the way, we are under attack.”
Puzzled, I went to the television and saw smoke coming from the towers of the World Trade Center. Shocked, I thought to myself “How did they get by our defenses?”I was terrified of the close of all the children and adults, mothers, fathers, what have you, crushed underneath the 100+floors of the Twin Towers. That is when I decided to dedicate to myself and to honor all the Americans, that I will be there, in my community, help and to protect innocence, the ones that do not have a voice. That year changed me.
That was the year I started making my promise to help others that are afflicted by bomb scares or are attacked personally. Today, I am in the process of learning FEMA’s Disasters and Preparation programs for people that have disabilities, like me, and take classes to that involves Emergency Management and Homeland Security. This month, with it being the 10-year anniversary, I honor and remember the 3,000 that lost their lives. I am going to pray for 9 minutes and 11 seconds in honor of the ones we lost but will not forget.