Biohazard Commodities !st Year

2001

Can you think back that far from every thing that has happened?

The adolescence in this world have no idea, no clue, and no understanding of what our country was.
What it might be again someday, if we all have the guts to really truly pull together and make a change.
Again.

I wore a purple shirt. With a jean skirt, and brown clogs.
It was my last day at my first school, in my first year of high school.
Since I had been beaten up already and it was the second week of school;
my biggest concerns were what classes I really wanted to take so I could figure out what to do for work, so I could get into a good school and make a life for myself.

I was 14.
Leaving my science class, I went to Algebra 2.
On my way I passed the library on the left, as I stopped I recognized the personal pain in my left shoulder from the heavy books in my backpack.
It was unnecessary, aggravating, and on top of everything else going on it was just one more added pin prick to my frustration.

But I looked at the library glass walls.
And something was not right.
There was a video, of a plane lit.er.al.ly. crashing ...nosediving into a building. The WTC

"Shit..."

I saw a plane crash, fire, and smoke, then a building went down.

The very and only thought that went through my head for the remainder of the school day was

"Another Vietnam"

I don't remember how I got home,...all I remember was crossing the street before my house
remembering that my mother worked in a prison and wondering how drastically things were going to change. Was she hurt? Was she ok? Was there a riot at her job?
What else was going to happen to our country other than war?

I didn't pay attention closely to politics, although I payed attention enough. I read enough.
I understood history enough.

My father was one of 8 children with a single mother. He was the only son that was stable enough to really be able to do something. He went to Vietnam and enlisted before the draft, and lucky for me, to even be here, he worked with computers.

But I saw the after effects of what the military can do to a man.
My father died when I was young.
I found him, a few days before Christmas.
That war was not the only unlucky part of his life.
It made him significant, to me, to see what he could accomplish. To see that even in bad times he could do well. My aunts have told me great things, and answered many questions that I've held about the man who gave me half my genetic code.

He came back to be a mechanic. A thankless, mind indulging, back breaking, mans man job.
My father.

Because of him I learned a lesson very early in life.
To remember all those who would else be forgotten.

How many men, fireman, police officers, civil servants and military men and women have we lost in this, and how much innocence?
And how many blue collar people are going to continue to pay for it?
How many dreams are going to be crushed?

The biggest question is, will we let it.

Please remember one thing.
Remember, that these soldiers, seaman, airman, marines, wives and children of those overseas.
They are not leading the way, they are paving the road.
They are doing their job, and this day is in memorium of us as a whole embodied country.
She, America.

In her childhood speaking in time theory, was robbed of a certain innocence, and is learning a very heavy defenition about speaking up for herself.
She is learning what to hold back within her management of power, finances, and motherhood in which I refer to health care.

The people who stand up for her will continue to do so.

Look around to your Firemen and EMT's. The men and women who walk into burning buildings everyday risking cancer, asbestos, and being crushed under a flaming roof so others can appeal to safety. The ones who will come to you and work to allow you a chance at life when it's needed most. They don't do it for the pay. And some of them volunteer.

Remember the pride we have to say the word American.
Say it to yourself out loud.
"I am an American"

If you were born here, if you pay taxes, if you hold legal citizenship.

Understand that this world was created for us to think freely.
It is indeed our land. And our life is what we make of it.

Someone tried to hurt us, they wanted to put fear in our minds and terrorize us.
Our country is learning to deal with her mistakes, and understanding exactly how to defend herself with responsibility.
She's come into an age of acceptance, where she might learn to take responsibility for her mistakes.
Either way, She's going to have to.
But with all civilian support;
she will do it well.
She can live a long life of prosperity, in many ways.

The right of passage to this country standing tall on her own two feet will be solidified in history depending on how we handle our future.
It is our turn as a people to hold value to what really matters.
Truth.
Instead of doing "the right thing" why don't we look to do what's best for everyone involved?
Loyalty
Who matters? What matters?
Love
Remember that in other countries there are arranged marriages. Be thankful and kind to the ones you love, the ones who love you. The ones who reach out. Don't be afraid to do so.
Whatever you feel exactly you should be doing for a career in this life...do it.
Rock what you are best at.
If people were to follow their dreams and fight for liberty. For what they really want in life, don't you think maybe less hardships would take toll in severity? Less families would be hurt? If we focused on our dreams. Instead of things. If teachers were given the right to do exactly that...
Let us understand that our nations front lines "survive" each day so we may actually do so.
If they should die. If they should in fact bear the consequences of signing the line.
Don't let them do it in vain.

So take the time to remember those who have long been forgotten, and those who without all else may actually have been.
Let's try a little harder each day by changing ourselves for the better, and realize how good we have it.
Don't take this life for granted. It's a miracle.

So Americans, I say to you:
Continue to work hard. Keep your head held high. You've made it this far.
The number's 11.
Now make a wish.