This is a tribute to all of the people who lost their lives during 9/11. You all are loved and missed.
I'm sorry if this offends anyone. That is not my intention. I was just looking at pictures in New York and it made me cry. I felt that I needed to make something in honor of all of the people who lost their lives and all of the people who lost their loved ones.
They will always be remembered in our hearts and souls.
Once upon a time, the World Meetings used to be held in New York.
Once upon a time, everyone would look up and smile and always think happy thoughts about the area.
Once upon a time, someone could walk through the city and gaze upon the beautiful skyscrapers that seemed to reach the Heavens.
Once upon a time, there were two that towered over all.
Before that fateful day, it seemed like no one could stand the other. Everyone was at each other's throats and if they couldn't blame anyone, they always blamed that blasted president that seemed to do nothing. He was only man trying to please over 2,000.
Did anyone care though?
No, I guess not.
And then there was the fact that if someone asked you if you were proud to be an American, the answer was always 'yeah, I guess'.
Alfred never asked for any of his citizens' love. All he asked for was respect. His country didn't have a national language or a set culture because he was the Land of the Free. Even though you could have whatever beliefs you wanted and be whoever you wanted, everyone seemed to shun one another for what they are.
The United States of America didn't seem to mean much to his citizens until the day he stumbled when the first plane hit.
Everyone cried, praying to God whether they believed or not.
Mothers and fathers screamed for the children they'd never see again.
Citizens stormed the towers alongside firefighters, looking for anyone they could save.
People said their last goodbyes that day.
Others wished they'd never have to.
Then, the second tower fell and Alfred suddenly found himself on his knees. He shook when the Pentagon was hit and cried when people fought for control of a plane, only to crash in a field. He thought that was it, that it was the end of the U.S.A.
Then, he found the strength to stand again.
Because his citizens fought with him, cried with him, grew angry with him.
We're not going to pretend that, before that day, we walked around and said 'I'm so glad to be an American'. Not many people did because everyone seemed to love to stereotype them. They never wanted to be judged by what they ate or how they dressed. They just wanted to be themselves, to live without a worry.
That day, the U.S.A was united. That day, the world held hands and bowed their heads. That day; strangers held hands, parents hugged their children close, firefighters lost their lives to save others, people sacrificed their lives to do something to help.
Many people were lost but all will be remembered.
Because the United States of America meant that you can knock us down all you want but we will always get back up and keep swinging.
That day, everyone was proud to be an American.
God bless the U.S.A.