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Hey OrgasmicCreep hear. So some of you may have read some of my post in CB or in the Life issues forms about how I don't like going to America an what not. An well people have been calling me raciest, an some other things I rather not repeat. An some people have be asking my why I don't like going out to America. An well I feel if I answer your questions an give your the reason why I don't like going out thir, it well finally put an end to all the harsh comments I have been getting, an PM's I have been receiving.
But first things first, I am not raciest, I'm not a terrorist, I'm juts a normal human being, well not really normal but what ever.
Now what I'm about to post may be something very emotional for some people, an this is a very serious topic that you should not fund funny in any way at all because it it is a very sad thing that took many peoples lives.
The first time I visited America I was ten.This was long before I ran away from home. The year was 2001, September 9th I was going out to New York to visit my oldest brother, he was 24. I loved my brother so much, he practically raised me. I had always looked up to him, I thought he was the coolest person ever, an I loved visiting him when he was at work. Oh how I loved the building he worked in, it was so big an the inside was so pretty it was noting like you would see in Venice, his office was on the 105th floor. He was a lawyer. I remember I used to sit under his desk an play with my dolls. An sometimes his wife would stop by an play doll's with me. I stayed in New York for three days total. An little did I know I only had three days left with my brother. On September 10th I was in my brothers office coloring in one of my books, then his wife stopped by, she was crying, not the bad kind of crying, but the happy kind, I remember she keeled down to my height an hugged me telling me I was going to be an Aunt. I was so excited, an I was glad to see my brother so happy when he found out. It was like for once every thing was perfect. Then later on that night we all went out to eat an a really nice place. My brother had stake, his wife had Hawaiian chicken , an I had chicken strips. It was so nice eating out with them. I didn't want that day to end. But I knew it had to. I was going to be leaving the next day, an I really didn't want to, but my brother said I had to. That same night I didn't fall asleep till four in the morning. Not long after I feel asleep my brother woke me up, it was 8:14 A.M. He tole me that he had to go to work, that he had some people that he had to meet with. An he told me that his wife would drive me to the airport, my flight was to take off at 11:30 A.M. I told him I wanted him to take me, an he told me that he would try an cut the meeting up short so he could. Then he left to work. Me an his wife sat out side for a bit then he called us it was 8:23A.M. He told us the meeting was canceled, an that he would be home soon, he just had to get some tings from his office. Then things got wired, me an his wife saw a plain flying really low, I remember she ran in to the house to call my brother, to tell him a bout the plain. But it was to late, I was outside by my self, time seemed to go by so slow as soon as clock hit 8:45 A.M it all ended, the plain had crashed in to the building he worked in, I knew it hit his floor. I remember so much smoke, an papper flying every wear, an I remember ashes from the building lading in the front yard. I did noting, I just stood thir in shook, I just couldn't comprehend what had just happened, thou I could anger an rage building up inside me, I just wanted to scream, but I knew if I opened my mouth I would cry. Then his wife ran out side, her face looked scared, an black make up streaks ran down her face. She ran right past me down the street screaming an yelling. An I just stood in place. I couldn't even feel my, I felt as if I was off in a totally different world. I tried so hard to think positive, I kept repeating to my self that he had already left , an that he would show up any minuet to comfort us, an tell use every thing was going to be okay. But he never showed up, then a second plain showed up, I thought maybe it was their to some how help, but it didn't help at all, it crashed in to the second building, at that moment I knew that what was happening was no accident at all, I could only think of all the villeins in the cartoons I watched, I made my self believe that they were the ones doing this. I watched the smoke leave the buildings, an I could have sawed I saw the deivles face in the smoke laughing at all of are pain. Part of me wished I was in the building with my brother that way I could have spent every last liveig minuet with him. But I knew that was never going to happen, an to be honest I felt like I was the only one who knew he wasn't going to come back to us. But his wife just kept saying he was going to show up an that he was just fine. She was lying to her self. An she tried lying to me. I just stayed silent, an I closed my eyes, waiting for every thing to end. His wife carried me inside, an called my mother an father, to tell them I wouldn't be coming home that day. My mother pretend to be sad for my brother, she could have cared less that one of her children lost their lives. I thought that day was never going to end, I felt as if I was going to feel this ripping pain in my heart for ever. Shelly, his wife, had called my second oldest brother, he was 21, he drove up from Rode Islands to get me. I remember listening to them talk, “she hasn't said a word since the first building was hit” shelly said in her soft voice, I felt so much anger towards her, an I didn't even know why “I don't think she understands what happened, she is still you Shell's” my other brother had said to her. Sure I may have not totally understood what had happened , but I knew my brother was gone, an that what had happened was no accident at all.
As I grew older I began to under stand what happened, the the Towers were attacked, an not by villeins, the people that were responsible for my brothers death were much worse then villeins in stupid kid cartoons.
I miss my brother dearly an he well always have a place in my heart.
An because of September,11,2001, I will never go out to America again. I hope all of you have a better understanding of my reason, an pleas stop making rude comments towards me.
My brother, may he live in happily, whar ever he is now
 OrgasmicCreep · Thu Jul 08, 2010 @ 07:00am · 0 Comments |
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