15 years ago, I was in class At Columbus State University. I was taking Math, a remedial math, at that…my teacher, and indian man, locked us in the classroom, and all the soldiers pagers were going off, and their phones were ringing and buzzing..I did not yet understand the nightmare and devastation that was happening…as I left class and went to my car, I turned on the radio, and it sounded like the world was coming to an end. People were screaming and crying and sirens were going off…it was a sunny day, but it was raining in my heart….I could not believe it…and of course…My friend Tavi Stutz was there to have an eye witness account.
I was in complete and utter shock… I didnt know what to think or say or do…but everything My teachers told us not to do, I did. I skipped class, and failed a test, but I do not regret it. I went to the Red Cross, and donated blood, and collected donations and started 10 months of data entry volunteer work.
I did this because of two reasons;I wanted to give anything I could to help those suffering, and I wanted my survival to count for something, to mean something…I was scared, and sad and freaked out…the roads were empty in my sweet military town…it was like a ghost town…and as I rode down the road, so did giant military tanks…not common where I live
I immediately got on the computer and started searching for anyone who might be connected to me in the NYC area, and I saw my friend Tavi was posting blogs about what he saw…he was there watching the planes hit…I was so heart broken and overwhelmed, I didnt know how to process it.
I felt helpless, I felt useless…I felt scared. I cried, and I prayed. It was like a piece of my heart was ripped out of me that will never grow back.