9/11 From a New Point of View

Today is September 12, 2011. 10 years and a day after the 9/11 tragedy happened. This incident changed America forever, not only in a terrible, unnecessary way, but also in a way that we all grew as people.
In my journalism class today, our task was to look up different major cities that we were assigned to and see their perspective on 9/11. I was assigned Nashville, Tennessee. In The Tennessean they talked about the fear and loss that Tennessee had also experienced because of what had happened in New York. Although Tennessee is not so close by, it also had a strong impact due to the attack. Many Nashville residents were working in and living in New York during September 11. Because of the fear that they had after the incident many of them returned home. One of the articles described how the people of Nashville, Tennessee were afraid for their lives and thought that if a tragedy as destructive as this had happened in New York, where would the next attack occur? Security was tightened, especially in the airports. People did not know how to respond, they did not know whether to explain to their children what was going on or to leave them out of these serious matters. They did not know what to expect, what was to come, or what the future held.
All of the United States became united because of this. With the need of comfort and hope, the people of the United States grieved together and grew together. Every state, not only Nashville, from California to Maine, had felt the hatred that had been expressed that day.
Many innocent lives were lost and my heart goes out to each and every one of those people who lost a loved one that day. I hope that America never has to see something like this again. But because of the the many lives that were lost, because of the rubble which at that moment seemed bigger than Mt. Everest, because of the ash that filled the city, we became united as one. We felt each other's pain because so many had been lost. We were all scared for our lives and needed each other's comfort. And at that time, nobody cared about the color of your skin, the status of your class, or the clothes that you wore, we were all one, with no distinction of color because of the ash that filled the city. Most importantly we remembered and looked to the United States' first foundations, God, for comfort, reassurance, and hope.