A Day at the Beach

“I known this is a tough time, Charles, but we have to stay positive,” Mother said.

September 11, 2001, was the most horrifying day. Tony Ruiz explained how he felt on 9/11, the most shocking day everyone will remember. “I remember getting a call, calling me back in the base,” he said. Tony had finished his years in the Marine Corps and was finally home with his pregnant wife. “It was a horrible tragedy, a lot of families we’re gone this day of 9/11. Some families were lost on this day no one will ever forget.”

“Mom” I said my voice cracking as I covering my mouth. She held out her arms as I rushed forward hodling her tightly as I sobbed into her shoulder. She placed a comforting hand onto the back of my head. “I’m so sorry mom” I said into her shoulder crying hysterically.

At the age of just twenty-eight years old my mother had decided to finally have the surgery she’d been waiting her entire life for. She was scheduled to have spinal correction surgery, a two part, eight hours a piece procedure where they would install screws and rods from the top of her neck to the bottom of her lower back. Which, for my younger sister and I, meant months of living with relatives and family friends while she recovered. For a pair of eight and five-year-old little girls this was a lot to digest. At such young ages neither of us fully understood what we were about to watch our mother endure, but what we did both know is that we were going to get through it together.

The silence that had once consumed the air was now gone, as by my brothers continued their card game. Things were settling a little, but tears began to creep out my Ma’s eyes. Though she pushes and hides her emotions, I can still see her discomfort and uneasiness laying behind her eyes. YOU ARE HERE

My mother remembers everything from that horrible day and its a day that she will never forget. She always says, “I will never forget were I was at the time the planes hit the Twin Towers on September 11,2001”. September 11,2001 had not only affected my family as a whole but it really affected many more people.

He, along with his mother, the surgeon, multiple other doctors, sutdent assistants (of which I was one), and family friends crowded into the small room that had been designated as the “surgery room,” which was nothing more than a big closet with church supplies and bookshelves lining the walls. In the middle of the room stood a big table that was being used for the surgeries. After I helped him onto this table, he lay down, closed his eyes, and put his little hands on his chest. His sweet face displayed a look of utter peace. I looked over to this little boy’s mom, who was standing in the corner of the room. Tears streamed down from eyes that shone with hope. I closed my eyes, and a small tear trickled down my own cheek. Then, the surgery

In the movie, On The Beach produced by Stanley Kramer, it develops the theme how humans end up destroying themselves. The theme indicates that during a nuclear war nobody wins. Even the survivors that manage to survive the fallout of a nuclear war end up committing suicide rather than dying painfully from nuclear radiation. A social situation in today’s world that connects to this theme is the conflict that we have ISIS. If ISIS manages to get nuclear weapons, the results would not differ largely from that of the movie.

Please describe how you felt when this tragedy occurred? How do you feel now recalling the

My eyes widened as I somehow managed to spin around in the cool sand. I dug my toes underneath as the remaining sand covered the tip of my feet. I relaxed a little, it felt good to be home. The sound of my friend calling my name seemed to fade away as the waves roared over the shore, the low tide in activation. I stood there, waiting where the boardwalk met the sand. The breeze made a sound that comforted me, as it also sent a windy feel to it. I shivered.I tucked a loose strand of my salt-filled hair behind my ear.

I spent most of my days sitting in my room or my desirable place the beach. A Sunday night, sudden breeze, the humidity lurking in my body while tears drip down my face. Pitch dark; imagine a scene that portrays the sounds of waves collapsing against each other. No one around, just my

For a few moments it was still silent. Then I heard my father come back on the phone crying. He slowly spoke, “Thomas I... I’m sorry your grandmother has passed away .”

I am seven-teen, a high school student and was having some health issues. I would always be anemic. My doctor wondered why I was having a lot of bleeding so she suggested for me to have a diagnostic laparoscopy. I was debating if I wanted to have surgery. Even though my doctor said this would be a safe and small procedure, I was scared. My mother waited a couple of weeks, I finally told her I was ready to have the procedure done. We scheduled the surgery. It was a Friday morning when we arrived at the hospital in Casa Grande Az. We started by registering and they took me to their day surgery. In day surgery they started my IV. I was very nervous because I didn’t know what they would find. They gave me some medication through the Iv that maid me drowsy. That last thing that I remembered was when they were bringing me back into the operating room.

I come to this place every year. The beaches of beige sand and the feeling is cold and soft underneath my feet, I instantly feel so at home. The sun is shining and the water is sparkling like glitter in the distance. I turn around to see a brown shingle house with lots of windows staring back at me. I can hear the voices of my family as they gather on the balcony overlooking the beach. There are three families, twenty people all taking a moment on the patio to relish in the fact that the week we all have waited for is here. Despite the yearlong work it takes to put together this vacation, it is a great joy when everyone is together having fun. The beach house becomes a home away from home, full of energy, good food, games, and celebration.

I was sitting in a small room, where doctors come to tell a patient 's family how the surgery went. The room had a tacky floral wallpaper with an uncomfortable couch. There were two boxes of tissues that I had hoped I wouldn 't need. Every memory of my dad was running through my mind, and then Dr. Wallace came in. All I could focus on was how sad my mom was sad my mom was. We went back to the waiting room and saw my Aunt Tina, grandma, and some of my dad’s other family.They looked so curious and I could see the wonder in their eyes. The wonder suddenly disappeared when they saw how red my mom 's face was. They could tell that it was not good news. The only thing I remember after that was riding home with my grandmother wearing my dad 's warm black winter jacket.