Personal Narrative-Plane Crisis Into World Trade Center

On September 11, 2001 tragedy struck. The sky was blue and it was a beautiful morning. I was walking down the street to get some breakfast with an old friend. I opened the door to the old Copper Lantern restaurant where we were suppose to meet, and there she was. She looked so amazing it was great to finally see Amanda again! Midcoversation there was suddenly a loud boom, and the ground rumbled. Girls in the restaurant screamed, with in minutes everything was chaotic. I grab Amanda's hand a pulled her through the waves of families till we finally got to the door. I took my first steps outside and everything was in a haze.

Not a word was spoken as an array of people, including myself, studied the pictures of that horrific day that aligned the wall of the dimmed entrance to the 9/11 Memorial Museum. The silence was an eerie and somber stillness that invoked grief into the hearts of all, even those such as myself who were too young to even remember the terror that took place nearby. Projected on the pillars were the stories of people and their reactions to the attack as it was happening, adding to the solemn mood. Already, even before I had reached the part that was the museum, a heavy grief for people that I never even knew swelled in my heart.

As I followed the other firefighters, captain said, "No Kennedy, you have to stay here." At first, I was enraged at him for saying that to me, but if he didn't make me stay, I would've died that day. All 87 of the NYFD firefighters went inside that building, and never came out. Who would be so cruel to do this, I thought. Suddenly, the news reporters stated, "4 planes have been hijacked by Arabs, and they have been planning to crash them into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon, and The White House.

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

As Paul and Elder point out, critical thinking is self-guided and self-disciplined thinking that assists us in reasoning in a fairminded way (FOCT, 2017). It allows us as humans to live a conscious and consistent life where rationality, reasonability and empathy and present when faced with problems. While I am actively learning how to become a better critical thinker, I have learned that the first step to successfully think critically, I needed to diminish my power to think egocentric. In my professional life, I find myself evaluating situations with more clarity and looking more closely for factual content in order to base my decisions with more

Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 was a day that no one will forget. I decided to write it out what happened to my family that very day in my mom’s perspective to make it easier to understand. My mom was in Pleasant Hill, CA and decided to skip that day of work because my older sister was sick. Madeleine, my eldest sister, was two at the time. Early in the morning a family friend of ours, Janet, called my mom asking if she saw what was happening. Janet said,” Jeanne the twin towers are on the ground, turn on the news!” My mom was so tired from staying up all night because of Madeleine that when she heard what happened she didn’t belive it. She quickly turned on the news and it replayed the airplanes hiting the twin towers and falling.

I wake up in the morning in my apartment in LA. I turn on the TV and I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. I was watching live cable news and there was a lot of coverage. I saw that the plane crash into the twin towers. I was frozen and tried to catch each word from the news broadcaster. It felt like a movie, it was unbelievable and unrealistic. They showed a lot of smoke coming from the buildings. It was very chaotic when they shot it up close there were people calling for help, screams,

September 11, 2001 is the day four planes were hijacked and three crashed into important buildings, while the last crashed into a field. And today all the grief, devastation, great sacrifice, and total annihilation will be remembered throughout time as 9/11. To tell you everything would take forever, so instead I will tell you how my mother saw it. It was on a day we all know as 9/11, there was a house on Quimby Way in Sacramento, California. And in this house, my mother was going throughout her day as usual, which most likely involved laundry, dishes, and watching two children by the name of Alanna and Christopher, when she saw the news. “Is this really happening? This can’t be true! Was it an accident? Oh my god, both towers! What would ever make someone do that? This is terrible, why is it even happening in the first place? Why? Why?

When the two planes hit the Twin Towers on September 11, 2001, the world paused in awe because the most majestic monument came crashing down at an uncanny speed, creating the thickest impenetrable cloud of smoke filling the streets of New York City. Every millisecond the towers were descending millions of people were slowly beginning to grasp the incomprehensible and unforgettable disaster that would change the lives of millions of Americans. Every smell, sound, sight, taste, touch from that fateful day produced a tragedy beyond our words; however all of the events leading up to the actual act of violence and the affairs after the violence sustain this tragedy, foster future tragedies, and further our development of the human experience.

Critical thinking helps me to make the right decision in my daily life. Every time that I have to decide something in my life, I first brainstorm to make the right choice. Every decision I make in life, it can make a change on it. One of the best ways I can relate it with my personal life is when I was going to move to Canada.

It felt like forever had passed, but as I kept looking up at the clock, I realized it had only been a few minutes from since we first reached the huge break room tables. My supervisor finally went up to the front of the break room and through his tears, he managed to inform us that hijackers had taken over airplanes and collided them into the Twin Towers in New York City. So much silence filled the room; you could hear a pin drop. Everybody’s blank and puzzled gazes twisted into an afraid and horrified look, like they had just seen a ghost appear. Mr. Smith, the vice president of the company, told us not to fear too much, New York is a long way away from us. Not one person moved an inch. There were looks of horror and shock throughout the break room. A few seconds of quietness passed when finally Mrs. Smith turned on the televisions in the break room. The only thing I saw was smoke, dust, haze, torn clothing, buildings on fire, and people running around trying to take cover. My mind will never forget that picture, it still feels like it happened just yesterday. We all sat completely horrified in fear as everyone pondered if we would

On September 11th, 2001, the United States suffered one of the most horrific attacks from inside our borders. Four planes were hijacked by Al Qaeda terrorists. Three of the planes reached their target. Of the three, two punctured the famous Twin Towers. The first hit the North Tower and the second hit the South Tower. When I first heard of this news, I was flabbergasted. No part of me could believe that the one of our most famous structures in the great NYC was hit. At first I didn’t have any thought that this had been terrorist.

Everything began 5 prior on my 13th birthday. I was with my mother who was a doctor, my dad who was a lawyer, my uncle who worked at the World Trade Centre and my younger sister who was very caring at the time. We were going to visit the Twin Towers were my uncle’s office was. As we went in, I was amazed at how huge it was and builders have built the two towers the same. As my uncle was finishing his work, I was simply investigating the entire area. Every floor was an alternate segment. I had an inclination that

Critical thinking is a vital task that must be done in our everyday lives. In “Becoming a Critic Of Your Thinking” found at criticalthinking.org, Dr. Linda Elder and Dr. Richard Paul explain critical thinking as “the disciplined art of ensuring that you use the best thinking you are capable of in any set of circumstances”. Even tough there are many different types of methods to achieve a better quality of critical thinking, Dr. Elder and Dr. Paul discuss four specific ones in the article. All strategies, however, force you to put yourself in an uncomfortable and difficult position to develop a better quality of thinking.

What is critical thinking to you? To some it may mean making wiser choices, taking time to critically analyze a situation, or to just put greater thought in your everyday life. According to Dr. Linda Elder and Dr. Richard Pauls’ article, “Becoming a Critic Of Your Thinking”, critical thinking is defined as the disciplined art of ensuring that you use the best thinking you are capable of in any set of circumstances. To us, critical thinking is a very important aspect of life and something we can all improve on. It allows us to think outside the box and put ourselves in others shoes and really look at things differently. We made sure to think about our own thinking habits while discussing these articles and to notice if we were ever being close-minded.