I woke up to a usual September day. It was the eleventh of the month; the summer sun was shining and the birds were chirping. It was actually one of the last warm days that New York would see as the season of autumn was approaching. I stretched and thought about my average day problems as any guy at the age of seventeen would. "Did I do all of my homework? Do I have to work tonight?" I started to get ready for school as my dad was almost out of the door to catch the train. My dad takes the train every morning to work in Manhattan. I've always envied him because he goes to New York City everyday. There are so many interesting people to see and there are fun things to do in the city. The city symbolizes freedom with out Statue of Liberty and our beautiful, tall towers. I left the house to go to high school. I would never have thought a day that started out so usual, would change my life forever.

I left for school promptly at seven o'clock a.m. and began my scheduled routine. I walked down my social studies wing and found that al the T.V'S were on and a massive amount of students were crowded around. I said to myself, "what could be so interesting on television?" I looked at the television and I saw the replay of two airplanes crashing into the "twin towers" which were located in Manhattan. My mouth hung open and the first thing I thought of was my dad! Tragic ideas kept haunting me about my dad. I tried to remember if the "twin towers" were near my dad's office. My mom picked me up from school at noon crying. My heart was beating a million...