9/11 Captured By Sean Adair

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Never Forget.

Thinking different is something that’s been instilled through my educational upbringing. I will never forget my high school bringing in the father (a renowned author) of one of my peers to discuss 9/11. Giving us the perspective that it was a ploy to get the oil reserves and banks of countries accused of terrorism. This past year, information was released that concurred it could have been prevented. Solidifying for me to question everything. Do you? May the people who died on this tragic day rest in peace. Via: Reuters

Why We Should Never Forget

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“The ash filled the air and blocked the sun.”- 9/11 One Day In America

Watching documentaries, reflecting, especially as a native madly in love with the skyline, the tears flow the same. There are many things I’ll never forget about that day, the miasma of burnt bodies and buildings permeating Manhattan, entering my 72nd street apartment, bodies hanging from the window, choosing to jump over incineration, despair and helplessness…but this week a new feeling emerged.

After the way I’ve been treated I did not think this planet was one worth saving, this civilization too corrupt and vacuous. But never forgetting reminded me there are braver people than I: ones who don’t leave burning buildings until everyone is out, ones who climb smoked filled stairways to open jammed doors for people trapped as it all crumbles, ones who drag strangers and loved ones alike determined to get out alive, ones who share oxygen masks, ones who fly helicopters close to the roof of burning buildings just in case there’s someone to save, ones who fought to stop those planes from crashing, ones who were safe and ran back in to help others and never made it back out, ones who lied to bring peace to those in their dying moments telling them they would live, ones who weeped for the lives lost of people they did not and would never know… and those people are worth saving.

9/11 at it’s core is one of the greatest displays of humanity, love, that we will ever see. Pete Davidson if you’re reading this, your father is one of the reasons I think this place is worth it. In the face of danger he placed others before himself. If he could do what he did, if all those people could do it, then I can give a fighting chance too and push beyond myself. Those brave, selfless souls, those innocent people, let them remind you what being human truly is about, and may we live to honor all those sacrificed souls. Thank you for keeping my heart from being jaded, thank you for your courage. We will never forget. Via: Casey Patt

It’s Not You It’s Me

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For some reason I don’t post about 9/11 anymore. I couldn’t figure it out at first, but last week a repressed memory escaped to the forefront of my mind.

East Side Middle School, that morning we were sat down in the auditorium and told that the Twin Towers had fallen. Denise, the principal might as well been speaking gibberish, nothing she said made sense. How? She must have made a mistake. “Call your parents to come pick you up,” she ended. School was cancelled for the day. We went back to our classrooms to gather our belongings. We googled what was going on, people burst into tears. Fear permeated the room. Shortly after we were escorted to the cafeteria to wait for our parents.

I called my mom, asking if my stepdad or her could come get me, she erupted. “I have the kids I’m not leaving the house.” After I asked if she could give another parent permission to take me home, which was another option. “Listen you just gonna have to stay in school.” She said vehemently before hanging up. I didn’t understand. She was a stay at home mom. Miranda’s dad offered to take me. Why did she yell at me?

I watched, one by one, parents came to get their children. I still held out hope for my stepdad, looking around stupidly. He never came and lunch was a shit burrito I found a fingernail in. Finally 3:30pm hit and I was one of seven people left to go home. I walked through the quiet, desolate streets of New York City. Gripping my Jansport backpack straps, I make my way uptown frightened. Looking through the window of the closed pizza shop, I saw on their television the city was a code red for state of emergency. That day my heart broke twice. When I got home my stepdad and sister were already there.

My friend did a tarot reading for me this week, I asked if the person I’m see 222, 2, 222222 for is really my twin? She told me the problem is me and not them, I’m not ready because of emotional trauma. I hide due to fear.

While I had material things, I grew up in a family that was emotionally abusive. I don’t trust anyone but myself. So when my friend told me I’m the problem, it made complete sense. Now I understand why I attract emotional abusive men. It’s what I’m use to, so my subconscious emits that vibration. Knowing its my fault was hard to hear, but if I’m the problem, I’m also the solution.