What I did on September 11, 2001
By Christie Wagner
My first memories of life are of NEW YORK CITY which I consider my hometown although my parents and I were born in Hungary.
Other than each of my parents dying in my arms I have never felt greater grief than over 9/11.
That day I went to give blood for my injured countrymen and anyone else from any country who had the misfortune to be hurt by the falling of the Twin Towers. Between 1-2 percent of people in the world have my kind of blood.
I’d recently had spinal surgery.
A mover accidentally dropped several hundred pounds of furniture on me, broke my back, and partially paralyzed me. Still, at the military base I stood in the blood donors line for four hours, but I considered that my honor and privilege to donate what I could.
In fact, I was just so sad that that was all I could do, as I so wanted to do more.
I was angry and wanted to fly the next day just to prove to the m_f_ers who had flown airplanes into the Twin Towers. I felt that we couldn’t allow them to think they could win!
I had to wait a week before the civilian public was allowed to fly. Seven days later, full of defiance, I boarded a plane.
THE ONLY THING I CANNOT UNDERSTAND IS WHY WE ALLOW PEOPLE INTO OUR COUNTRY WHO ARE IN IDEOLOGICAL UNITY WITH THE TERRORISTS AND THE CULT WHO CREATED 9/11 AND STILL CELEBRATE IT.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
