Remembering 9/11

We were sitting in home room, only a few days into the new school year. I was a sophomore and had just transferred to my new high school, St. Anthonys in Huntington, NY. They were finally starting to explain a little bit about what was going on. Everyone was scared and confused, including the faculty. Next thing you know, parents were coming to pick their kids up early. My mom had come to pick me up, which scared me even more. What is going on?

Once Mom collected all her little ducklings and we were home, we saw what was going on once we turned on the news.  We all remember those images; we remember all the hatred our country experienced that day. But, you know what I remember? I remember coming together as a community. I remember feeling such pride in my country. I remember getting food, blankets, supplies, etc. and bringing it down to the local radio station with my father. I remember going to vigils at church with my mother. I remember the stories of hope and the outpouring of love from one affected person to the next.

When tragedy strikes, it’s easy to be angry, to be upset, to let feelings of hatred manifest. But is it easy to hope? Is it easy to have faith? I think if you’re surrounded by the right people, it can be easy to turn those feelings of anger and hatred into feelings of hope and faith.

When a friend’s mother passes away, when a heartbreaking family situation arises, when you watch your friend suffer from a chronic illness, when something bad happens to you in your own life, or when something terrible happens nationwide; in any of these situations, you need your family and your friends. You need to be surrounded by those who love you and will comfort you.

My family is the most important thing to me in the world. When I’m upset about something, or when something bad happens, I look to my family. We’re a tight-knit group, who would do anything for one another. I learn this more and more each day. My parents have done an amazing job raising us, I must say; my siblings and I are good to one another, we look out for one another. This has become quite clear to me in growing up. I’m blessed to have them as my people I turn to.

Who are “your people” you turn to when you’re upset about something or when something bad happens?