Before I could return to my normal life I heard the shocking news American Airlines Flight 9164 was hijacked and crashed into the ground. I remembered the little boy who was in the same terminal as me and I remembered the flight number on the board. American Airlines Flight 9164. Oh how I wished I were in his shoes and he was in mine. He still had a full life ahead of him as mine was winding down. 47 years old I am and a little 6 year old was taken instead. I achieved my dream it should have been me so that little boy could find and pursue his dream. I finally get back home and screamed and cried and I wonder what that boy did to deserve that grim fate. I call my corporate offices and request we have an aircraft painted in honor of the boy. As it turns out the boys name is Matthew Hayward and was suffering from stage 2 brain cancer. I wondered why such illnesses exist, why people want to hurt people and countries. It gets to me so bad I just got in my car and drove and drove and drove. I was almost to Texas when I turned back.
