Never Forget

On this day, 14 years ago that I was at home with my Mom.  It was on a Tuesday and for some reason, I was still at home when the 1st plane hit.  I can vividly remember sitting with my mom in the TV room staring at the TV.  I was only 17 at this time but I knew that this was big.  This was bad.  This was a disaster.  I did not know at the time that these buildings were to NY like the Sears Tower or the Hancock Building were to Chicago.

In disbelief of what was happening, I went to school.  I can remember walking down the hallway and thinking to myself, what is happening.  It was sometime later that we got word in the school that a 2nd plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.  All I wanted to do was to get to Ms. Kris' classroom.  She was our aviation teacher, she would know what happened.  By the time I got there 7th period, she was not allowed to talk about it.  Being glued to the news for days, I still did not understand the impact that this act of terrorism had on the US and the people involved.

Over the past few years, I have watched documentaries and movies about 9/11.  I have cried as people involved told stories about their involvement.  I have sobbed at the idea that people woke up that morning and then they were just gone.

Today I watched 'Boatlift' and it is the story of boaters who flocked to NYC to rescue ordinary people from the unknown.

As I am sitting on the back porch watching this, I am crying like a baby.  The thing that got me was that nobody should ever have to go through this, EVER.  This was a horrible event and the good in people came out.  Strangers helped strangers in any and every way they could.  They rose above those awful people and did the right thing.

Another documentary I watched was 'Out of the Clear Blue Sky'.  They lost everything AND everyone.  They lost their friends, their family and themselves.  This is a news story about Cantor Fitzgerald.  This shows that emotions are real, these are real people that have had to overcome the worst.

Sitting in school this morning I was a mixed bags of emotions.  The kids that I am teaching were 4 years old when this happened.  I feel bad that this tragedy follows them and will forever follow them. Then I felt sad because of all the kids 14 years ago that lost their parents while they were sitting in a classroom.  They started their morning saying the pledge and on with their day they went.

Here, 14 years later, during a moment of silence, I wiped tears away.  How could anybody ever recover from this.  Then I think, people are good and good will prevail.

I realize this post is out of my usual but I couldn't not write about it.  I want good people to win.  I want the future(the kids) to learn that although there are nasty people out there, they have the choice to be good and to make this world a different place. What do you want to teach your kids that has nothing to do with your subject?

Never Forget

The Little Things in Life

There are times as a teacher that you tired, have more grading than imaginable, way behind in your class, students are acting up amongst other things then one little thing cheers up your day.  When I came back to my desk after the passing period, this instantly made my day better.  

Say hello to a piece of gum left on my grade book by a student after the previous class.