Personal Narrative : ' Honey, Are You Alright ! ``

As I was picked up the bad thoughts started to run through my head again, this time it seem like it was worse. The closer we got to the hospital the more I became weak. I didn 't know what to expect to be honest. I tried to prepare myself for the worse. As we entered the hospital and went to the emergency room, I walked into a lobby full of family, as I walked in my brother got me up to date with what’s going on. So I sat there patiently with my family, we all waited with anticipation for the doctor to deliver the news. As hours passed we finally got to talk to a nurse. She told us that the doctor would be coming out soon to get us updated with what’s wrong with my dad. When he finally came out he told us that everything was going to be okay, but if my dad would have came two minutes later he would have died. Man oh man that hit us all hard. But he also told us

On Halloween 2006 while most children were getting ready to go trick or treating, I wasn’t. I was sitting in Lancaster General Hospital waiting room confused on what just happened. I have never wanted to see my father more than I did in that moment. I can remember the day like it was yesterday; there are so many details I can remember that I can’t believe that I can remember. The nurse finally allowed for to see my father for what would seem like 3 seconds. I walked in and scanned the room. My father’s father arms folded looking down trying not to cry. My grandma and grandpa standing at the end of the bed, faces red, soaked with tears. My mom sitting next to him welcoming me into her arms. The look on her face when I walked into the room is still drilled in my head. Her eyes were puffy, her smile she was trying to comfort me with was just not her usual smile. The vibe in the room was depressing, dismal, and heartbroken. As I sat down on her lap, my father manage to muscle up the energy to say hi to me. When I flash back to this moment, I remember him looking pale, almost dead. He was hooked up to what seemed like a million of tubes, and his neck held together by a collar. I was so confused on what had happen. Later, I came to

On September 11th, 2001, a horrific act of terror struck our nation to the core. Fear, devastating and humbling, lodged into our blessed lives. Over 2,800 American civilians were murdered in cold blood when two planes were hijacked and flown directly into the twin towers (Anderson 3). This atrocious event caused the entire country to mourn for its loss, and as American citizens, it is impossible to ignore the destruction of such an event.

I will always remember that moment. I was resting in a chair in the dining room at 8:40am of September 11, 2001. My family were gathered in the dining room for an early breakfast. My brother, Alex, was relaxing in the chair beside me. Also, my father, Chuck, was at the head of the table drinking his coffee with a touch of hazelnut and my mother, Judy, was seated next to him. In the room to the side of the dining room, the TV was powered on. Finally, at 8:45 a voice rang throughout the house.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was an unusually sunny days for the early fall. After I walked my kids to school, I came back and I called Comcast because they had raised my bill. I turned on the news, and hung up with Comcast right away. A plane had hit the North World Trade Center. I couldn't keep my eyes off the news, and then a plane hit the South World Trade Center, and then the Pentagon, and then a plane crashed into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. I couldn’t believe what was happening. When I saw the first crash, I thought it was a mistake; and then it happened three more times. The passengers and flight attendants on Flight 93 are some of the bravest people out there. After I saw everything I didn’t know what do, except cry. At about 11 am, I went into my bedroom and told my husband, “You’re never going to believe what’s happening in this world: two planes crashed into both of the World Trade Centers and everything is on fire.” Fortunately, I did not know anyone who had their life taken away in this horrible event, but my brother-in-law, was in Boston, and was supposed to fly back home, leaving from Logan International Airport. Since all United States airports and flight had been grounded, the best he could do was rent a rental car and drive back to Crozet, Virginia. For the second time that I

I was only five years old on September 11 and my classmates and I were unaware of the devastation our country was enduring. I remember that day well because not only was our country under attack, but our school had also been threatened. At lunch time on September 11, 2001, every student, teacher, and faculty member at Upward Elementary school was rushed outside because a bomb threat had been found in a girl’s bathroom on the fourth grade hallway. After hours of sitting outside, the threat was determined to be void of any potential harm and we were all able to return to our classrooms. This is when the teachers were informed about the terrorist attacks occurring around the country. I do not remember the way the teachers informed us of the tragedy, but I do remember the somber classroom as everyone was

As the dust settled and the sky’s cleared we were left with the horrific realization that our nation has been attacked. This would be September 11, 2001, or better known as 9-11. This day, I believe, was one of the most if not most traumatic days in our nation’s history.

We approached the dark brown desk, holding anxiety that it had waiting for us, we told the lady what our names were and why we were there, she walked us to his room in the ICU where 2 of our other family members were waiting. The first person I saw was my uncle’s girlfriend, Cathy, her long, jet black usually smooth hair was tousled as if she had been pulling at it for hours, which looking back now.. She probably was. Across the cold, dark, and depressing hospital room that had a strong odar of sadness and clorox, I saw my sister, Karen who had a flushed face and mascara down her face which held a sad smile towards us. Finally, I directed my attention towards the cold, uncomfortable, bleached bed that held my bruised, and struggling uncle.

“Aiden,” my mom said, “there’s too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you to safety.”

I sat by his hospital bed, but I couldn’t look into his eyes, for fear that the once warm glow in his gaze had been taken and replaced with a cold dead stare. It had been a long road down to get to this point; each step just got worse, everyone getting weaker till they snap. At first I was numb, I couldn’t consider the thought losing him, to live a life without my hero. When dad came home with the news, when all the cards fell down and the walls burnt and charred till they didn’t exist. I felt nothing. I know that there should have been something else there. Everyone around me was sinking, but I was staying afloat. I didn’t know that I was just paddling for my life in a sea of reality. I was in safe mode, refusing to accept the truth. I wasn’t ready to lose my father.

The day started good, all calm beautiful clouds on a sunny Tuesday morning until around 8:00 a.m. on the day of September 11, 2001. The United States became a nation transformed into fear. An airliner traveling at high speeds carrying a lot of jet fuel, pounded into the North Tower of The World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan. Around 9:00 a.m. another plane ran into the South Tower. At this point america is on its knees terrorist just attacked one of our very important buildings. After everyone was in shock not knowing what to do or what happened the towers fell in less than 90 minutes. As some time went by another plane was spotted headed to the pentagon, it crash landed into the western side of the pentagon. In all there were four planes that crashed, the last plane was headed straight towards the white house. But luckily one of the passengers stepped in and stopped it from crashing into the white house it crash landed somewhere in Pennsylvania. More than 3,000 people died that day, the death toll was way worse that anything anyone has ever seen. It was just about if not more gory than pearl harbor in 1941.

The day started well, all calm, beautiful clouds on a sunny Tuesday morning until around 8:00 a.m. on the day of September 11, 2001. The United States became a nation transformed into fear. An airliner traveling at high speeds carrying a lot of jet fuel, pounded into the North Tower of The World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan. Around 9:00 a.m. another plane ran into the South Tower. At this point America is on its knees terrorist just attacked one of our very important buildings. After everyone was in shock not knowing what to do or what happened the towers fell in less than 90 minutes. As some time went by another plane was spotted headed to the pentagon, it crash landed into the western side of the pentagon. In all there were four planes that crashed, the last plane was headed straight towards the white house. But luckily one of the passengers stepped in and stopped it from crashing into the white house it crash landed somewhere in Pennsylvania. More than 3,000 people died that day, the death toll was way worse that anything anyone has ever seen. It has just about if not more gory than pearl harbor in 1941.

I cannot remember the most important day of my life. When the first airplane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center, my mom was in her classroom with kindergarten students, looking at innocent faces and wondering how she will answer their questions. My dad’s heart sunk in his chest and clenched his wallet, where his military ID was safely tucked away. To this day, the people of America can recall where they were during the first attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor, but I cannot. I was probably taking a nap in my grandpa’s arms, wrapped in a blanket of security. He might have held me closer, rough hands tenderly stroking my hair, as the black smoke filled the television screen. If I squirmed, restless in sleep, he would have comforted me. “Shh, you’re okay,” he whispered, hoping that was not a lie.

    As we arrived at the hospital my mother was with my father and they placed my brother, sister, and I into a small room off to the side. I heard my mother cry out and ask if they were joking as they told her the news and not even a few minutes later they came into break it to us. “I’m very sorry but your father suffered a heart attack and did not make it, we did everything we could.” the doctor said. The words hit like a truck, the sadness was almost tangible.

“Dad, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I need to ask you something,” I said from the back seat.