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We have adjusted to the airport searches and increased security but I don’t believe we can shake our feelings of vulnerability.”

I was getting ready to go to my High School teaching job on Sept. 11, 2001. I watched indisbelief when a second plane struck the Twin Towers and said to myself, "This can't be an

accident." I didn't use the word terrorism, because as a US citizen, it wasn't within my realm touse that word. On the way to school, I contemplated how I would teach that day. Some kidsneeded the reassurance of routine, while others needed to talk about what they had viewed. Itwas a day that we lost our innocence, collectively as a nation.We have adjusted to the airport searches and increased security but I don't believe we canshake our feelings of vulnerability. We all became victims that day, knowing that our unstoppable spirit as a nation could be breached. We also all became survivors of 911.

Tina V., 49, Kelso

The biggest change for me personally that day was realizing that ‘Homeland Security’ was now not a notional concept for which my fellowservice members and I had trained over the years to handle, but was in

fact part of our daily operational rhythm.”

I was getting ready to go to work at the Seattle Times -- I worked in New Media Engineering --that morning. I started out my work day not knowing how it would ultimately end but fullyexpecting to be called up to deploy with my Coast Guard Reserve unit as the morning unfolded.By nightfall, my unit and I had departed and were on station providing security coverage at anumber of Puget Sound locations. The biggest change for me personally that day was realizing

that 'Homeland Security' was now not a notional concept for which my fellow service membersand I had trained over the years to handle, but was in fact part of our daily operational rhythm.The next biggest change I experienced was placing my life on hold in order to return to theMiddle East in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom to a region where I had served years beforeduring Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

Brian W., 46, Seattle

We have adjusted to the airport searches and increased security but I

don’t believe we can shake our feelings of vulnerability.” I don't remember what it was like to have loved ones meet me off the jet way, or not to have totake off my shoes. Nor do I remember a lack of military presence with assault rifles in airports. Ican only vaguely remember when getting through security didn't take two hours.

J. Sinn., 26, Alaska

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I knew that my family was fine, but my neighbors’ daughter worked at WTC and her daughter went to preschool there.”

I heard about the first plane hitting the first tower after I arrived at work that morning fromsomeone in my office who had the news on. No one knew that I knew someone who worked in

the WTC. I left work because I just knew it was not a day for "business as usual" and I drovehome, listening to the news coverage on the radio and all the events that occurred during the 20minute drive. It was surreal. It was terrifying and hard to listen to. I knew that my family was fine,but my neighbors' daughter worked at WTC and her daughter went to preschool there. They toldme they could not reach her by phone. I knew they were in agony of not knowing. I went to their house and sat with them until she called to say that they were safe. I realized that day that intimes of crisis we all have to reach out and help others. Everyone can find their inner strengthand hopefully, make a difference. No man is an island.

Susan L., 53, Ft. Lauderdale

We had ashes fall on us as we walked the students to the school bus.”

On that date I was teaching in my Special Education preschool classroom in Brooklyn, NY. Iremember hearing non-stop fire truck sirens outside my classroom window as they headed tothe Twin Towers. When we found out what happened, my 2 classroom assistants began to cryand I told them to leave the classroom. At that moment I knew I had to just take care of mystudents until they could see their parents. I sang and did activities with them with a smiling faceand hiding my true emotions. We had ashes fall on us as we walked the students to the schoolbus. When I arrived home and saw my husband, I knew I could finally cry. Since that date and

as a teacher, I feel that it would be impossible to ever encounter a day teaching that would bemore difficult.

Marilyn C., 42, Seattle

At age 53 going to Iraq was rather difficult and definitely life-changing.”

Sept. 11, 2001 turned my world upside down. I was at home on Veteran's Day, Nov. 11 whenthe phone call came. Since I was a member of the California National Guard I was activated toserve 6 months in Operation Noble Eagle, which was to guard the Santa Barbara Airport. I left

my teaching job and the next day I was helping the nation feel safe again at airports. I returnedto teaching the following spring with only 2 weeks left in the classroom before summer. It wasonly a short time later in Feb. 2003 that I was activated for Operation Iraqi Freedom and servedfor over 14 months. At age 53 going to Iraq was rather difficult and definitely life-changing. Icame home a disabled veteran (foot and knee injuries) and wrote a book about it titled, "OneWeek End A Month - My Ass!" I finished my teaching career and retired in 2008.

John B., 61, Seattle

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The attacks led me to see that all persons are intimately bound together inan existence we don’t fully understand.”

The attacks of 9/11 led me to firmly understand that the world we live in is not the pleasuregarden we prefer to think it is; that everyone wants to be happy, but because of our ignorance of

the way we truly exist, often direct anger at others we falsely perceive as being apart from us. Inthis sense, we create the suffering we experience, because when we cause harm to others, weare really attacking the cells of the whole body. The attacks led me to see that all persons areintimately bound together in an existence we don't fully understand. This understanding will becomplete, and our happiness fully attained, when we value the happiness of all others beforeour own.

Dan C., 53, Sammamish

We keep our head up and our eyes open wherever we are while we enjoylife and our culture, but we never forget 9/11.”

My dreams, aspirations, and fears have not been affected by the 9/11 terrorists. My family and Itraveled extensively before 9/11 and continue to do so now. The world has so much beauty tooffer and so many interesting people to meet that we will not be deterred by narrow mindedmisogynists stuck in the fourteenth century. We keep our head up and our eyes open whereever we are while we enjoy life and our culture, but we never forget 9/11. I would like to closewith a message to those who cheered the acts of 9/11. If your goals were to drive America outof the Middle East you have and will continue to fail. If you think we will cower in our homes youhave and will continue to fail.

We remember when someone kicks in our front door and bring vengeance to them ten-fold.

Dale S., 55, Sammamish

Total safety had always been an illusion and living with an edge of uncertainty became the new normal.

Having lived sometime in Europe for college, I saw how other countries lived with the possibilityof terrorism at any moment. America became a member of that sad fraternity and vulnerable,

like every place else. Things were no longer so shiny any more. Not that there couldn’t behappiness or good things in life after 9/11 but things would always be marked by this event.Total safety had always been an illusion and living with an edge of uncertainty became the newnormal.

Kali S., 37, Seattle

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Justin, 21, Germany

We ended up getting married in December 2001 because we didn’t want tobe apart, especially at a time when peace turns into war. Our liveschanged forever. My husband spent 2 tours in Iraq. The first one was

during the invasion in 2003.I will never forget Sept. 11, 2001. I was home, in Maui, HI about to go to college at Eastern WAUniversity. My Husband (at the time we were dating). Had enlisted into the Army in July 2001,and was currently in Basic Training at Ft. Jackson, SC. The word had been spread across thecountry and in the middle of the night word had reached the Hawaiian Islands. We were glued tothe TV. All Army Posts were on lock down, and my Husband was sitting out in a field when theygot word. But it had been days before I would hear a word from him. We ended up gettingmarried in December 2001 because we didn’t want to be apart, especially at a time that peaceturns into war. Our lives changed forever. My husband spent 2 tours in Iraq. The first one wasduring the invasion in 2003. Then again he was gone all of 2005. 10 years later we are still

sacrificing family and friends in both Iraq and Afghanistan. If Sept. 11, 2001 didn’t happen, hisservice experience would be different; the question of us being together still, let alone gettingmarried is still there. Love magnifies in times of need, and distress. Even though there was aterrible, terrible loss that day, there were many people who were brought together and thereforechanging the course of their lives. With his experiences that came from the effects of Sept. 11,he was lead on a path to success where he can provide for his family.

Mandy R., 28, Auburn

I am reluctant to put my faith behind any leader. Somehow I feel they failed us.”

The events of September 11th ripped the rug from right under us. All sense of comfort, securityand understanding of the world went right out the window. Yet, everything around us appearednormal. It was a beautiful day in Seattle and the skies were clear and blue. And empty. One of the more unsettling events of that day was the absence of airplanes flying overhead. We weredismissed early from our jobs that day as anxiety and anticipation of even more horror to comeforced that decision. The mood was somber and turning on the television felt like embarking ona journey none of us wanted to take. The stunning, horrifying images played over and over again. I packed a bag and put it in my car, figuring I could make a run for it to Canada if I

needed to. America certainly wasn't safe. Panic filled the margins of our world. I don't think weever returned to normal. We're still on edge. It is good to have our guard up. But the politics andculture of fear were born that day. Politicians feed into this culture of fear to get your vote. Theyalways have but I feel like we all went numb that day and to a certain degree we still are. I amreluctant to put my faith behind any leader. Somehow I feel they failed us. It will take years tosort out all the feelings we experienced but one thing is for certain. We will never feel safeagain.

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Charlene O., 56, Salt Lake City

Most of all I lost a huge sense of security. I no longer live with the naïvenotion that I am safe in this country. 911 shattered the idea that we are a

powerhouse.”

I grew up in this country. The home of the brave and the land of the free. During the early1960's, as a child I remember the neighbor girls had fathers going off to this war called,Vietnam. I was about 9 years old when many came home with parts of their bodies missing andillness such as T.B. I had a questioning spirit and was confused by this outcome. After manyquestions the answer came back indicating that these brave men protected our country at greatpersonal cost. Our country was a huge powerhouse and an impenetrable force not to bereckoned with. In my young mind I thought that we were safe and sound and I didn't need toworry about the safety of these, United States.

In my mind, everything outside of the U.S. was to some degree, unsafe. On 911, I was a 44year old woman and single parent living alone when 911 occurred. I was preparing for workearly in the morning, television on and my 10 year old son asleep. I had a news program ontelevision when I began to watch the coverage. At first, I thought it was a movie. It was verysurreal. Within moments, to my horror, I realized it wasn't a movie. I was dumbfounded and veryscared. I felt like all of the U.S. was being attacked. I didn't want to go to work or separate frommy son that day.

After phone calls to work and school, it was expected that we would proceed with our day asnormal. I was very uneasy. In retrospect, I can only imagine the loss to many. While I didn't lose

anyone on a personal level...I wonder if somehow I did. I believe in the ripple effect. Perhaps,without knowing it, I lost my future husband, a good future friend, a doctor that cured cancer or the good samaritan that would assist me while changing my tire on a dark road late one night.

Most of all, I lost a huge sense of security. I no longer live with the naive notion that I am safe inthis country. 911 shattered the idea that we are a powerhouse. America is still great but Irealized that we are just as vulnerable as the rest of the planet. The terrorists did not winthough. I place my security in a higher power, (whether politically correct or not). A verse fromPsalms 23:4 Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear or dread noevil, for You are with me. In God, I do put my trust and I shall not fear.

Vicki, 54, Seattle

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My son joined the Army, was deployed to Iraq (twice) and also to Afghanistan, and will never be the same as before he enlisted.”

I was a second year engineering student in Portland Oregon. I was asleep when the first planehit. My wife woke me up and explained that something terrible had just happened - There was

sadness in her eyes that I've not seen since, and hope to never see again. I sat in disbelief staring at the news on TV as the live shots of the second plane hitting completely shocked me,numbed me. I watched the events of that day unfold on TV and for months I was unsure abouteverything.

I decided that I would work as an engineer in the defense industry and was hired at Boeing.

Mike P., 45, Des Moines

Naturally, the next day, while it was still ‘sinking in’ for the rest of theworld, we were focused on our new son. But we knew that life for him and his older brother would be vastly different than it had been for us.”

On Sept 11. 2001, my nine-month pregnant wife and I were making preparations to travel to thehospital the next morning to have our second child (he was to be induced on the morning of Sept. 12, 2001). When we saw the news, like many others, we felt a kind of numb shock. It tooka long time to settle in what exactly was happening as we watched the TV that day.

Having children obviously changes one's personal world. We were so ready to celebrate newlife and look forward to a future filled with hope and endless possibilities for us and our children

when all of a sudden, uncertainty was all we could feel.

Naturally, on the next day, while it was still "sinking in" for the rest of the world, we were focusedon our new son. But we knew that life for him and his older brother would be vastly differentthan it had been for us. Our generation had been lucky enough to enjoy a world where therewas always opportunity, and yes, there were wars, conflicts, and other bad things going on, butthey seemed too far away to dampen the spirits of a budding family living in the greatest, safestcountry in the world.Looking back, we do not regret bringing children into this world at this time, far from it. I stillhave hope. Hope that in their lifetime, the situations of the world on a global scale that lead tothe great tragedy of that day, will be better understood, and hopefully at least be on the road toresolution. I will try to raise my children to be wise, to be tolerant, to learn from the mistakes of others, and to work toward peace and a better world. It is the best that I can do.

P.S. We lived in Seattle until 2000, and I love your city and still enjoy reading The Seattle Timesonline.

Michael S., 45, Missoula, MT.

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I wonder if every Muslim I see feels the same hatred and desire to do usharm.

I was just one day into my recovery from surgery. The phone rang at 6:00 am with the voice onthe end of the line urging me to turn on the news. Still in a drugged stupor I turned on the TVand immediately woke right up.

This can’t be happening, I thought. I was in shock. First one building and then another plowedinto by airplanes. I saw the people jumping out of buildings and the chaos. There would be twoadditional planes causing terrible damage in their wake at the Pentagon and in a field out in thecountry. I was numb for days. I think a part of me still is.

As the stories began to come in they painted a grim portrait of terrorism. Our sense of securityin the United States was shaken to the core. Along with it our trust that we would ever feel that

way again. We grieved as a nation; we felt the shock, the fear and helplessness. We grievedeach loss over and over as the news replayed footage and the media continued to update usthrough every form of media.

What it has done to me is two-fold. First it has created a sense of unity and purpose that we asAmerican’s experienced as we came together to grieve, help and build again. The buildinghasn’t been easy. Yes, there are buildings torn down and monuments set up but what can’t beseen is what is felt deep inside. A strong sense of patriotism and gratitude to those who losttheir lives and those who died trying to save them. The second thing it has done is instill in me adistinct sense of distrust that I have fought ever since. A distrust in the countries and peopleinvolved in both the plotting and carrying out of these acts. These terrorists lived amongst uspretending to be our friends. I wonder if every Muslim I see feels the same hatred and desire todo us harm. I know that many do not but still, I feel that conflict inside.

I understand this is a process towards healing for all of us in each culture. Still, I extend thehand of friendship praying that my fears will one day be put to rest. I will never forget.

Julie T., 49, Snohomish

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I walked in Manhattan for hours going from one hospital to another.Unbeknownst to me I was breathing in toxic substances that changed mylife forever.”

I was a nurse and lived in Brooklyn. I went to multiple hospitals to help. I walked in Manhattan

for hours going from one hospital to another. Unbeknownst to me I was breathing in toxicsubstances that changed my life forever. I take 4 inhalers a day. I have to carry an EPI pen justin case my throat closes. I have to see a psychologist to deal with PTSD. I still cannot watchanything regarding that day. My plan is to return for the 10 year anniversary.

Tuella S., 42, Seattle

If I were allowed one year to be erased from my life, it would without adoubt be 2001.

If I were allowed one year to be erased from my life, it would without a doubt be 2001. At thebeginning of that year, my 17-year-old son passed away, and then several weeks later weexperienced the Nisqually Earthquake. I was numb and going through life in a fog by the timethe Sept 11 attacks happened. I was in the car, driving along Martin Luther King Jr. Way, on myway to work. My husband called my cell, panicked and told me to turn the news on the radio,which I did. I had to pull the car over, I was shaking so badly and finally, the tears flowed. I thinkback about the disbelief I felt, about life itself, and that it could be so painful. That year was aturning point in my life, and life somehow became more real, almost like an awakening.

Karleen W., 58, Seattle

Was anyone really surprised? I was amazed it took them so long toactually stage an attack like that.”

I was sleeping in at my GF's in Eugene when she woke me up and begged me to come checkout what was on the TV. It was news showing a smoldering tower. "They flew a plane into it"she said. "Holy Toledo" I said "we better watch carefully because there's another one coming for the second tower." She looked at me oddly and a moment later the second plane hit.

Was anyone really that surprised? I was amazed it took them so long to actually stage an attacklike that. I'm waiting for the next round. It's coming soon.

Anonymous, 51, Seattle

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My understanding is that the tallest structure on the West Coast is theColumbia Tower right here in Seattle. With all the uprisings in the Middle

East – and the printed vitriol against America from the Muslim world –are we sitting ducks here in Seattle?”

I was asleep. My friend Patrick called me around 9:15 AM and told me a plane had crashed intothe World Trade Center. Sleepy, I told him, "That makes no sense. How can a pilot miss astructure as large as the World Trade Center?" I hung up. I was living in New York at the time;specifically, I was in Kingston just about 100 miles north of the WTC. He called me again a fewminutes later and stated a 2nd plane had flown into the tower. At that time I didn't have TV, butsince he sounded serious, I showered, dressed up, and walked to the nearest bar a couple of blocks away on No. Front St. that had a TV. Sure enough, even though it was in the morning,the bar was filled with people watching the events unfold in NYC. I couldn't believe my eyes andears. Two planes had crashed into the World Trade Center? And people were jumping out of windows from the 65th floor? And the towers had collapsed? It seemed surreal. This couldn't behappening. I'd been to the Center a few times. The place is massive. Who would want itdestroyed?

I guess I, like everyone else at the bar, was in shock and awe. Can you imagine leaping out of the window of the 65th floor because a giant wall of fire was behind you and you had no choice?Tragic. And now, 10 years later, it begs the question: Could it happen again? My understandingis the tallest structure on the west coast is the Columbia Tower right here in Seattle. With all theuprisings in the Middle East - and the printed vitriol against America from the Muslim world - arewe sitting ducks here in Seattle?

Robin R., 49, Seattle

I miss the civility and courtesy to each other that blossomed after theattacks. If anything good came of this national nightmare, it was that.”

I left for work just after the first plane hit. I picked up my carpool partner who informed me of thesecond plane. It couldn't be true. By the time I got to work the third plane had hit the pentagon.My co-workers and I asked each other over and over again "what is happening?" Work wasimpossible.I remember the silence in the skies after the planes were cleared from air space; and beingnervous once the planes were back in the skies. Looking and watching each plane.

I miss the civility and courtesy to each other that blossomed after the attacks. If anything goodcame of this national nightmare, it was that. But like a beautiful flower, it faded far too fast .

Barb, 52, Seattle

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The next day I went to the Army recruiter’s office and waited outsidedebating whether to re-enlist or not. However, I also had a wife and son at home who needed me.”

My wife and I are both Army veterans and we'd both recently left the service before 9/11/2001.

I'd spent 9 years on Active Duty, including a tour in Somalia in 1993/1994, and Reserves. Mywife had spent 3 years on Active Duty.

The morning of 9/11 my neighbor woke me up telling me to turn on the news. My wife wasalready at school taking a course at the local Community College, and I was home with our 3-year-old son. I sat in stunned silence as the events unfolded surreally on my television screen,letting my son sleep in and knowing that the world he would wake up into that day and into thefuture would be unlike the simple world he’d lived in previously, and he’d be too young toremember otherwise.

I had just started a job doing technical support for MSN and the phones that evening were eerilyquiet, giving us the opportunity to listen to radio reports of the ongoing crisis in New York. Thebuilding we worked in was on the flight path of the Salt Lake airport, and with the planesgrounded the eerie quietness struck us all.

The next day I went to the Army recruiter's office and waited outside debating whether to re-enlist or not. My skills as a forward observer, already proven in combat, would be vital in thefight against this new shadowy mortal enemy. However, I also had a wife and son at home whoneeded me. The warrior phase of my life was over and I'd already begun a new one, ashusband and father.

Jacob S., 37, Marysville

My dreams and aspirations for a sane, progressive, open, and inclusivesociety have suffered as a result of the 9/11 attacks.

My dreams and aspirations for a sane, progressive, open, and inclusive society have sufferedas a result of the 9/11 attacks. Like this futile exercise shows, America has become trapped bythis incident in an endless state of navel gazing. Simultaneously, racist, xenophobic, extremeright wing values and views have grown as we embrace our fear and trauma letting it feed onus. Folks in Madrid who suffered brutal attacks in 2004 got over the horror and have gone onwith their lives. Folks in Palestine, Israel, Iraq, etc. do the same, even as terror continues tostrike in their midst. That we, citizens of the richest most powerful nation in the world continuestoking our grief and crying over some kind of lost innocence is, at best, infantile and, as wehave seen, immensely irresponsible.

Harry V., 50, Seattle

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For me, while 9/11 was traumatic experience, my year in Israel was muchmore difficult.”

I was studying in Jerusalem in 2001. We had just experienced a close call when a suicidebomber blew up the Sbarro pizzeria by our school during the summer and I spent a lot of time

assuring loved ones at home that I was okay. Little did I know that one month later I'd be callinghome to check on loved ones in Seattle.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon and we were heading to our afternoon class. I noticed a lot of classmates on cell phones outside of the classroom and I was annoyed because they weren'tcoming into the room. I asked a classmate what the deal was and she said that a couple of planes had just hit the WTC. Reports started coming in. “One of the towers just collapsed.”“Another plane just hit the Pentagon.” Class was cancelled and we went into the lounge towatch the news. It was all in Hebrew and I had no idea what they were seeing but the picturesspoke volumes. I saw the second tower collapse live and I remember a classmate who grew upin Manhattan just start sobbing as it fell. It made me imagine the horror of losing a Seattlelandmark from 1000's of miles away and it was heartbreaking.

September 11 was a horrific experience but being in Israel during the attacks gave me adifferent perspective than being home. Israelis have suffered so much because of terror attacks.On September 12, Israel declared a day of mourning and Israelis expressed their sadness tothose of us who were American but life soon went on. We grieved but we were not to dwell onwhat was done. I went home to visit a few weeks later and I was surprised by the change in myfriends and family. The grieving was much more intense and you felt the presence of 9/11everywhere. The collective grieving of the nation was something that I hadn't been a part of andI felt a little like an outsider as a result.

For me, while 9/11 was a traumatic experience, my year in Israel was much more difficult.Together the experiences taught me not to fear what might happen. Studying abroad issupposed to change me but I never dreamed when I left Sea-Tac that the world too wouldchange.

Rachael R., 36, Olympia

It was the first time in my life that I heard the word ‘terrorist’ and how it affected our country on this day.

On 9-11, I was waking up to attend my 5th grade class in Brea, California. I turned on the TVand saw how one of the towers was on fire. At first, I did not really understand the magnitude of the problem until I got to school. My teacher was absent and it was then that, as a class, had adiscussion about the events. It was the first time in my life that I heard the word "terrorist" andhow it affected our country on this day. Even though I was only ten years old, 9-11-01 willalways be one of those days that I will always remember.

Rob M., 20, Kent

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At that point I knew at a very young age that the world would never be thesame again.”

I was a senior in high school; I can exactly recall the horror, despair and confusion on people'sfaces as they watched the twin towers crumble on television.

At that point I knew at a very young age that the world would never be the same again.

It really saddens me to think that the terrorists may have gotten what they wanted, to divide usand to take away our cherished freedoms which make this country so unique and proud. Theyhave succeeded to implement a police mentality within this country.

I still don't understand what we have achieved after that tragic day in New York, more conflicts,pain, economic uncertainty, loss of civil liberties, etc.

I truly hope and pray that somehow we can go back to the world before 9/11 which was filledwith laughter, joy and most importantly peace.

Ali Z., 27, Mukilteo

I am traveling more, inquiring more, learning more, and judging less.”

The events of 9/11 and its aftermath made me more intolerant -- intolerant of those who usefundamentalist religions to justify terrible deeds, whether child abuse, spousal abuse, abuse of people "not like us," rape, mayhem, and murder. The history of religious intolerance is a long

one, and there is plenty of blame to share among nearly all cultures, societies, and nations. Inan attempt to not merely sink further into my own personal form of intolerance, I havedetermined to meet and engage more kinds of people, not necessarily just people like myself. Iam traveling more, inquiring more, learning more, and judging less. I may not always agree withor even understand what I experience, but I do know that there is a reason why other people dothings in their own ways. My dream is that more people could meet people from cultures verydifferent than their own and learn the universality of human aspirations.

Gary R., 66, Olympia

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Before 9/11 I would not have even thought about getting a gun.”

The 9/11 attacks changed me in many ways. I spend a lot more time with my family and friendsand not so much time at work. I feel that this is the only thing that is important in this life is your family. As we all learned on 9/11 it can be over in less than a second. I make sure I tell

everyone that is special to me that I love them and hug them when I leave and when I comehome.

I decided that it is my responsibility to take control of my family’s security when I am out inpublic. I got a concealed carry license and now I a carry a firearm whenever we leave thehouse. Before 9/11 I would not have even thought about getting a gun.

Todd R., 37, Woodinville

I am going to school to be a history teacher, so I can teach the students I

work with just how our nation and each of us were affected by this day.”

I had just turned 16 the month before and like any other teenager was anxious to get my licenseto drive. I remember watching everything happen in my first period choir class. I remember being shocked that this had happened. At this age I was dreaming of being a sportscaster andtravel the world and see the landmarks that each new city offered. After seeing that I decided Iwanted to do something that would help people. I was so settled on nursing until I startedworking with children, and I remember thinking that these students are not going to know howour upbringing was like. I am going to school to be a history teacher so that I can teach thestudents I work with just how our nation and each of us were affected by this day. They sayeach generation has an event that changed them, this was my generations.

Andrea, 26, White Salmon, WA

I have since retired and spend most of my time outside of the U.S. It’s not asafe place to be anymore.”

I have since retired and spend most of my time outside of the U.S. It's not a safe place to beanymore. I visit and miss my family and some of my close friends. In all of the countries I'vevisited, I try to be a good example of an American and human being. I don't want to have the

world to think of us as "Ugly Americans". I love my country, but I love my planet more. TheAmerican government is broken and there have been no real solutions to fix it. So sad to seethis happening.

Gary, 60, Bocas del Toro, Panama

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I want to do something that assures me I am giving back to the communityand ‘serving’ my great country in some way or the other.”

9/11, more than any other day I have lived through, opened my eyes. It opened my eyes to thestate of the world we live in. While watching coverage of the attacks in school, I remember

wondering why some people hate us so much. So strong was these peoples hatred that theywould cross oceans to come inflict harm on us at home. It made me feel proud and protective of the fact I am an American. Lastly, I remember wanting more than anything else to somehowreverse time, try and save as many of those people as possible.

9/11 gave me something to aspire to. I decided then and there that I wanted to go into publicservice when I was older. I want to do something that assures me I am giving back to thecommunity and "serving" my great country in some way or another.

Dan L., 22, Seattle

Now every year I celebrate my birthday, but I also honor life. I remember those lives lost so many years ago. In my own quiet way I’ve learned toshare my day and fill it with joy.”

September 11th. My birthday. For years I was haunted by a guilty feeling each time the daterolled around. How could I even think of looking forward to a day when so many people wererecalling their loss?

A feeling of disconnection with September 11th as my birthday was something that took manyyears to overcome. There were constant reminders that that day was no longer mine. I’d see itin the faces of store clerks when they’d check my ID and see my birth date. I saw it in thenewspaper and on television every September in memorials. Sometimes I’d want to shout to theworld that September 11th was my day first!

Gradually the funny looks and comments ebbed. I was able to move beyond the disconnectionand numbness. I realized that I can have joy in life – and that that is really what birthdays areabout. Now every year I celebrate my birthday, but I also honor life. I remember those lives lostso many years ago. In my own quiet way I’ve learned to share my day and fill it with joy.September 11th. My birthday.

Dawn H., 38, Auburn

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Mostly we’ve discovered that we want to help in smaller ways than wehelped before. And we’ve renewed our commitment to our families, whichhave become our first priority.”

Our son was in his sophomore year at NYU when we got the news about the 9/11 attacks. We

spent the worst day of our lives waiting to hear from him, unable to make contact until 8 pm thatevening.

In the aftermath of an east coast earthquake and in the face of Hurricane Irene, we called our son who is still living in New York. I had texted earlier in the day for him to take some old shoesto work. He called back, saying, "Mom. What is with the old shoes? It's not like I wear heels towork!" He laughed but we didn't. As parents, 3,000 miles away from our son, there is so little wecan do to fend off crazy terrorists, earthquakes and hurricanes. Advice to keep old shoes atwork is the best we've got.

After we finished chatting with our son and hung up, my husband and I looked at one another.My husband -- an Eagle Scout, mountain climber and career CPA, generally too macho for tears-- looked at me with red-rimmed eyes and said, "Since 9/11, we don't ever say good-bye. Wesay, "Good-bye. We love you."

That statement captures the essence of how our lives have changed since 9/11.

Since 9/11, my husband has sold his downtown CPA firm and, with me, is working out of our home. While we still support local causes we love -- the Northshore Performing Arts Center (aprogram we founded) and the Northshore Public Education Foundation-- we are pulling back.We've built a beach house near the Canadian border where we spend as much time aspossible. We've brought a dog into our lives and we're training him to be a Reading with Rover dog. Mostly, we've discovered that we want to help in smaller ways than we helped before (for example, I previously served on the Northshore School Board for two terms). One-on-one ways.And we've renewed our commitment to our families, which have become our first priority.

Kirby L., 57, Kenmore

I want to make sure that out of the horrific events of 9/11, we used it tomake the world a better place.”

As a result of 9/11, my global view has evolved, from an inward-looking one to a progressiveoutlook. I realize we can't solve everything, but if we do our part to understand one another, itwill go a long way in embracing our similarities while respecting our differences. Part of theseare: to learn languages, travel internationally, volunteer in communities, and work in aprofession that truly benefit other people (I am a personal trainer), not just for financial gain. Iwant to make sure that out of the horrific events of 9/11, we used it to make the world a better place.

Nelson C., 34, Seattle

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After 9/11, the American flag looked different to me. Before 9/11, I associated it with celebrations, something that was paraded or waved onsummer holidays. But after that awful day it took on a new significance

for me.”

After 9/11 the American flag looked different to me. Before 9/11, I associated it withcelebrations, something that was paraded or waved on summer holidays. But after that awfulday it took on a new significance for me. When I would drive by a school or a post office, theflag’s solitary presence took on a life of its own.

Now it represented all of those who had served and given their lives for this country, not justthose at 9/11 but throughout history. Now the flag represented a cloud of witnesses that went allthe way back to the Revolutionary War. It also dawned on me that maybe our flag is really their flag. After all who owns it more than those who have made the ultimate sacrifice? So when wesalute the stars and stripes we are literally saluting them. After 9/11 a phrase that I had heard allof my life began to sink in, freedom is not free. In other words being an American had a price.Being American asks something of you. It is a collective consciousness of the heart thatrequires us to find new ways to survive the evils of the world and us. It challenges you to stepback and give way to something bigger than you and me.

The country has come to the brink so many times including a civil war that literally tore thecountry apart. At this moment we are in the middle of a political civil war based on pride andarrogance, horrible in its small mindedness. Despite years of odds, our flag still flies. Our flag isa reminder, a sentry, a witness, a beacon, a backbone, a friend and a price tag for the freedomthat’s been bought and paid for. It’s the eyes of Washington and Lincoln looking back at us andwondering if we have what it takes to move forward. It’s work and heartbreak and a million acts

of bravery by ordinary extraordinary people.After 9/11 I thought the American flag looked different to me. In truth it was my appreciation of the flag that had changed. It is still the same flag. It is still red, white and blue. It still has starsand stripes, indivisible, unwavering and true. Thank God.

Greg B., 59, Kirkland

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In February 2002 we were married and have a wonderful new lifetogether. I don’t think it would have happened without the overwhelmingwakeup call from 9/11.”

I was babysitting with my toddler granddaughter at my son's home while her parents were in

Florida. I had been a widow for 4 years. I had met a gentleman online and we had been friends.He wanted to marry again and I didn't, I was happy with the status quo. It became a jokebetween us. He would say, "Let’s get married today," and I would smile and say ‘no.’ I wasnever going to marry again and I thought my life was fine the way it was, not an age to start over again.

That morning, there was no TV or radio on; we were just playing on the floor in the living roomwhen my gentleman friend called me, asking if I had heard the news. Of course, I said whatnews, he just said ‘turn on the TV, I will be right over.’

I was horrified at what I was watching on the TV and very happy when he arrived. The rest of that day was a bad dream; I could not get a hold of my son in Florida. My other sons also tried,but at least I heard from them. We were told that phone lines were all down. So we waited. Thenext few days were a blur.

Finally we heard from my son in Florida, they were OK and would be home as soon as theycould get a flight.

As soon as I knew they were all alright, I told my very dear gentleman friend ‘yes.’ He looked atme and said ‘yes what?’ I said what do you think I am saying? He just looked puzzled andasked “are you saying that you will marry me?” I said yes, I don't think I want to be alone

anymore, no one knows what lies ahead for us so let’s at least do it together.

So, in February 2002 we were married and have had a wonderful new life together. I don't thinkit would have happened without the overwhelming wakeup call from 9/11. You are never too oldto have a new start!

Carol S.M., 76, Auburn

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Ten years have gone by and I still find myself being ‘randomly’ selected EVERYTIME I cross the US/Canada border as I wait for hours insidecustoms to answer the same questions.”

I am a British born Indian-Canadian living in the United States. The terrorist attacks of Sept. 11

reminded me very strongly that I am still just a "colored minority" living in a very white country.As I sat watching the horrific events unfold that day, it never occurred to me how the actions of afew hateful and disgusting men would impact my own life. Living in the Northwest, one canblend effortlessly among the diverse crowds of people and cultures. I never felt my ethnicity or religion was in question or even noticed by those I interacted with daily. But since that tragicday, terrorism has been on everyone's mind.

People were told to be vigilant and stay alert; the neighbor down the street, the gas stationattendant, anyone of color was a questionable target. No accusation no matter how ridiculous or discriminatory was considered absurd.

The attacks on the Twin Towers brought back painful memories I thought were long forgotten. Ican still remember being randomly called a "Hindu" or "Paki" and thinking to myself that theignorant racists should first get my ethnicity correct before hurling the hateful insults. The crossburnings on our lawn and the nightly egg pelting of our home as we shamefully cleaned up thenext day were images that I chose hard to forget ... until September 11.

Ten years have gone by and I still find myself being ‘randomly’ selected EVERYTIME I cross theUS/Canada border as I wait for hours inside customs to answer the same questions. Trying toexplain to my young child why there are only "brown" people inside with us is a lesson even Iam not too eager to teach yet. The realization that things will never be the same also camewhen I was politely asked by a store clerk "why I wasn't covered up like the other ladies?" The

blank stare I received while trying to explain that a Punjabi Indian such as me was not the sameas a Muslim only reinforced my sad realization that prejudices, stereotypes, and ignorantthinking will never cease to exist, no matter how politically correct we believe we are.

It’s been a decade since we all huddled around our TVs in silence, crying, and desperatelytrying to understand what we were witnessing. It is a day that will never be forgotten by most,and a day that still instills such strong feelings. Yes, 9/11 did reshape our world view, butunfortunately for many of us, we just became innocent targets for the misguided fear and hatefelt by so many.

Raj S., 39, Milton, WA

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It changed my life in the worst possible way. We lost a family member on9/11.”

It changed my life in the worst possible way. We lost a family member on 9/11. Our 32 year oldcousin, Rob Jordan's life was taken that morning. I was getting ready for work and watching the

morning news and saw it live. We knew he worked in tower one on the 104th floor for Cantor Fitzgerald, so to see the plane hit was the most surreal moment of my life. I was speechless.His mother called me, hoping that perhaps he somehow survived. He was very athletic andstrong, so perhaps he was able to make it down the stairs. We all tried to stay hopeful. It wasn'tuntil two days later we knew we'd never see Rob again. It's hard to believe he has been gonefor 10 years now. We often think about what he would have accomplished during those 10 yearshad he lived. An only child, and recently married, he had no children, so it's sad to think there isno one to carry on the family legacy. A scholarship was set up in his name, so somethingpositive did become of this, but he is missed every single holiday, and actually, every singleday.

Dotti G., 62, Bellingham

9/11 helped me find a way to creatively express my joys and my sorrowsthrough the piano.”

9/11 helped me find a way to creatively express my joys and my sorrows through the piano.After 9/11 I yearned for music in a really tangible way. I had a void in my life after the tragicevents. There was an urge to do something but what? I could not understand what I wasstruggling with. Then one day, it was almost as if I could hear God saying, "Play the piano

again." Hearing this I listened and said yes. Strangely, I only wanted to play Joni Mitchell songs.For a complete year I sat in front of a piano I bought and retaught myself how to play the pianoagain using Joni's songs. I immersed myself with her intelligent lyrics and brilliant melodies.

Something was taking hold and a joy began to fill my day. 10 years later I've moved on fromJoni Mitchell songs and I now study Classical piano with a very good teacher. I still cry when Iread or see images of 9/11 but I take my tears to the keyboard and offer a little Bach to theheavens.

Patty S., 52, Seattle

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My sister’s husband died in Afghanistan in October 2008.”

My sister's husband died in Afghanistan in October 2008. He was an Army Major hit by an RPGand now we have to watch his four beautiful children grow up without him.

So while we were not in NYC on the day of the attacks, nor did we lose any loved ones that day,our loss came seven years later.

Karen, 51, Seattle

I go to bed thankful for any given day and awake with joy that I’ve beengifted with another.”

Aspirations are simple now, the main one being to live a good healthy life and be of service tomy family, friends, and neighbors as much as possible. Love is the most important gift to receive

or give.I try not to give into my fears in my everyday life. I live to enjoy every moment with positivethoughts and actions, constantly being aware of how fortunate I am to live in these UnitedStates of America.

Sept. 11, 2001 was a wake-up call to all of us that we can make each day more meaningful,knowing how many lost their lives. The people who experienced the loss of family, loved ones,and friends are, no doubt, still reeling from those memories.

Most of us think twice before we fly or take any public transportation. I find myself more awareof my surroundings and the people with whom I make contact.

I go to bed thankful for any given day and awake with joy that I've been gifted with another.

Lorees R., 72, USA

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I’ve got no beef with the Muslim faith, but that day put my tolerance to thetest. Here we are 10 years later. The world will be OK. It’s humanity that’sa mess.”

That event was a growing pain for this young country. The United States is only 200 some years

old. By comparison the city of London (in England) was established in the year 54. The UnitedStates is THE world superpower and an easy target. We are hated in many parts of the world.Osama bin Laden acted on his hatred by attacking. It was an awful day. I've been fortunate tohave no friends or loved ones lost to that event. The direct effect here in Seattle was thenoticeable silence in the sky. I remember no air traffic for a couple of weeks. During that quiet Iwas treated to the sight of 2 F-14 Tom Cats flying high overhead. At the time I was living inMountlake Terrace. Those 2 must've been out of Whidbey. I've got no beef with the Muslimfaith, but that day put my tolerance to the test. Here we are 10 years later. The world will be OK.It's humanity that's a mess.

Dean, 44, Seattle

The 911 attack forever changed my view of the administration. Whether it was ineptitude, collusion or just plain stupidity, I fault them for all of it.”

The 911 attack forever changed my view of the administration. Whether it was ineptitude,collusion or just plain stupidity I fault them for all of it. Collusion is no more unthinkable thancollusion at Pearl Harbor. Ineptitude, given the presidency of GW Bush, is highly possible. Theattack served administration purposes the same way Pearl Harbor served FDR's -- it mobilized

the US for war. That the war was unjustified is a fact. The thought that so much and so manycould be sacrificed to satisfy the whim of an incompetent and egotistical president has coloredmy opinion of the US and its government. In other words, he couldn't have done it without help. Istill believe in the United States, but I feel that power has shifted and the results have beendisastrous.

Herb P., Port Townsend, 84

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9/11 reminded me – and continues to remind me – that if there issomething I want to be doing, I had better get to it – better start doing it now – because you never know, there might not be a tomorrow.”

How did 9/11 change me? The short answer is I learned how to fly. We had the TV on that

morning. We saw the plane fly into the side of the building. But it was hard to believe because itdidn't look like an accident. How could it be? An airliner crashing into a building near the ground,sure, but not flying head-on into one. When I got out of the shower a little while later my wifesaid, “It happened again.” Of course innocent people die all the time. A few thousand die everyyear from aspirin, 30,000 a year from automobile accidents, and 90,000 a year from medicalmistakes. The deaths are so common it barely makes the news. But the towers were a smack inthe face.

All those people. Some exercised every day, some ate sensibly, and some saved money for their kids to go to college. At least a few must have lead perfect lives, must have doneeverything right. I'm sure many were better friends, lovers, parents than me. And yet, all aregone. All now dead.

I realized again that there are no guarantees in life, that we can literally die at any time. Weknow this intellectually, but sometimes it takes a disaster (cancer, the death of a loved one,9/11) to make us really understand, to make it hit home. Why learn to fly? Just because. I'dalways wanted to learn but could never afford it, never had the time. So I took the time (muchmore than expected) and paid the price (our car is old and won't soon be replaced).

But I'm a private pilot now. I fly for fun, and for the challenge of learning to do it better.9/11 reminded me – and continues to remind me – that if there is something I want to be doing, I

had better get to it, better start doing it now, because you never know, there might not be atomorrow.

Steve I., 52, Seattle

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Since 9/11, I’ve seen a misuse and perversion of the very word ‘freedom.’ Inthe name of freedom, civil liberties have been assaulted at home …”

The changes since 9/11 have made me feel freer outside the United States than in it. Crossingwhat was once known as "the longest open border in the world," the one with Canada, hasbecome a chore and sometimes worse. The border police are as intrusive and rude as ones Iencountered in corrupt authoritarian countries in Africa 25 years ago. Traveling throughoutEurope, by contrast, is a breeze -- no border controls at all except when you land by plane fromthe US, and those are minimal.

Since 9/11, I've seen a misuse and perversion of the very word "freedom." In the name of freedom, civil liberties have been assaulted at home, we live under more and more intensivesurveillance, and the basic human rights of prisoners abroad have been grievously violated. Inthe name of freedom, as many Americans have died in war as did on 9/11, and so have tens of

thousands of Iraqis, Afghans, Pakistanis, Yemenis, and others. This has done nothing for our freedom. It's created a paranoid Fortress America, consumed by fear and self-pity. It's made meashamed to be an American.

Chris N., 59, Shoreline

I had not been away from the states more than a couple weeks of my short life, and came back proud to be an American, if only because I missed theway of life that is uniquely American.”

I had arrived in NYC area about a week before the attacks after finishing up a summer

backpacking trip across Europe to visit family. Landing back in the states I felt surprisinglypatriotic; I had not been away from the states more than a couple weeks in my short life, andcame back proud to be an American, if only because I missed the way of life that is uniquelyAmerican. I spent September 11th sequestered in Manhattan, staring at the bright blue day froma park bench in Central Park, listening to a transistor radio, awaiting news that we could leavethe island and imagining how this was going to change the world. Because of the air travel messpreceding the attacks, my travel mates and I decided to drive home to Seattle. I had nothing buttime on the drive to worry if this was the start of the next World War, or if I would get drafted, or if I would be able to enjoy my 20's. Fortunately, it wasn't the next World War, I didn't get drafted,and I did enjoy my 20's immensely. On the other hand, we've been saddled with large debts, aregrowing more and more divided politically, and we're still embroiled in 2 conflicts overseas. After 10 years of war and 2 recessions, I'm left to wonder if we've actually gained anything fromfighting what can only be described as a "war of ideals", and if we can achieve the sense of unity us Americans had in the weeks preceding the attacks without another catastrophic event.As individuals, we all probably turn out as we should, but I'm left to worry about the fate of our great country.

Austin R., 32, Seattle

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I had an early morning flight to Philadelphia on September 11. I fell asleepon the plane and when I woke up we had just landed.”

I had an early morning flight to Philadelphia on Sept 11. I fell asleep on the plane and when Iwoke up we had just landed. I wondered why the airport was relatively empty, but I was stillsleepy and in a hurry to get to a meeting so I did not think about it. Traffic was bad on thehighway, so I left the radio off to concentrate better on driving.

I found out later that I had been on one of the last flights to land in Philly before they starteddiverting all planes to nearest airports.

It wasn't until I spotted folks at the client's reception desk crying that I realized something wasvery wrong. I walked into an auditorium where a massive projection screen was showing CNN,not PowerPoint. We all thought it was a horrible flight accident until the second plane plowed

into the other tower.

I had to find a hotel room since all flights were grounded indefinitely and I was originallysupposed to fly home that same day. Rental cars were now impossible to get unless youalready had one. So I followed folks I had just met to a nearby suburban hotel. We watched thetowers come down in a crowded hotel bar. I felt nauseous. People were crying.

The next day I drove the rental car back home, 800 miles away. The NJ Turnpike waspractically empty during rush hour. I only saw 4 other rental cars, all with out of state plates andmultiple passengers, and two National Guard trucks. From the highway, you could seeManhattan and the giant cloud above the former twin towers, still drifting plumes of smoke intothe sky. The toll takers waved everyone through without collecting payments and told us to getoff the highway and go home.

At least home was relatively close for me. At the Hartford airport (where I had left my car when Iflew to Philly) I watched as another rental car pulled up and 5 people exited and ran to the rentalcounter. Total strangers, they had carpooled from the Newark airport, several hundred milesaway, because they had told that the Hartford airport actually had rental cars left. Two of themwere from Florida and intended to drive home instead of waiting for flights to resume.

That was the day when everything changed.

Wendy Y., 41, Kirkland

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‘The world is going to end,’ one little boy told me as he entered the school. I gave him a hug and said ‘Our soldiers, our policemen, our firemen, your

parents, your teachers and our president are looking out for you,” I told him. I believed that.”

I was the new PTA president at the local elementary at the start of the 2001 school year. Whilewatching the Towers burn, listening to the wretched reports on the news, I was worried aboutthe children in our community. I knew their minds would be trying to understand the news. If our adult minds couldn’t comprehend the events – how could the children?I wanted the children at the school to have as much normalcy as possible on this day.After breakfast and a simplified discussion of what was happening in our country, we sent our own children to school on the bus. I drove to the school and stood in the school hallway –waiting for buses to arrive. The principal and school staff was already there, having held ameeting to determine how the day would proceed. They were calm and ready to welcome thechildren's questions, but also determined to carry on regular school schedules."The world is going to end," one little boy told me as he entered the school. I gave him a hugand said, "Our soldiers, our policemen, our firemen, your parents, your teachers and our president are looking out for you,” I told him. I believed that. I knew our country would cometogether to protect our children.The whole PTA board showed up in the hallway that morning. We hadn't planned it. Driven bythe need to stand strong, to protect and love the children, each of us stayed until classes began.We bent down, hugged children and listened for any fears they voiced. We didn't have weaponsto protect them - our strength was in our determination to let normalcy continue. To let thechildren be children.

Imelda D., 50, Seattle

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I am 16 now and September 11 th has forever changed my world view. It made me realize that even a country as strong as America can be hurt bytragedy and horror.”

I was very young that fateful day 10 years ago. I woke up on the 11th of September 2001

thinking it was odd that my parents were watching TV that early in the morning. It wasn't until mymom was making breakfast that I realized that something very wrong had happened. Myparents explained to my sister and me that there had been a terrorist attack. At the time I didn'treally understand what that meant all I knew was that America had been hurt by somethingcalled terrorists and that many innocent people had died. In the aftermath of the attacks I never watched a single news-report or radio broadcast. My parents didn't want me to hear or seeanything horrible and I understand why now. Over the years I have come to understand whatoccurred on that day and just how much it affected my nation. Last year on the day of the 9thanniversary of the attacks I watched the old broadcasts for the first time. As I watched I criedand realized that it had taken me 9 years to understand just how much September 11th affectedour nation and its people. I am 16 now and September 11th has forever changed my world view.It made me realize that even a country as strong as America can be hurt by tragedy and horror.It has also taught me that when necessary, the people of America can rise up as one and bondtogether. September 11th was a horrible day for America but it made our country stronger as awhole. We were irrevocably hut by what happened but instead of falling we chose to stand upas one and fight for our country, our people and the innocent people who were killed or hurt inthe attacks. I may have been young when September 11th happened and may have notunderstood it at the time but I will carry the memory of that day and learning what it truly meanswith me forever.

Madeline, 16, Woodinville

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Being incredibly blessed to have my peacefully comfortable Seattleupbringing, I had not previously known of terrorism or any real evil. Theevil I had encountered by this time had been limited to petty argumentswith classmates on the playground, my brother taking my Pokémoncards, and in the stories of books or television shows.”

September 11, 2001 - One of the first days of 1st grade at Kimball Elementary. However,instead of my father waking me up to come down stairs to eat breakfast and get ready for school, he brought me into the master bedroom, where we joined my mother and brother hadgathered around the phone. My oldest brother had called my father just minutes earlier to tellhim of the news. As I heard my parents talking about the events taking place, I found it hard tocomprehend. We all shifted down to the living room and huddled around the television, thebreaking news report blaring on all channels. At the age of six I wasn't able to fully grasp thegravity of the situation, but I could tell from universally grim and horror stricken faces of thenewscasters that whatever had happened was bad. Sitting there and watching the replay of theplanes hitting the buildings over and over, I saw a movie; a horror story. Being incrediblyblessed to have my peacefully comfortable Seattle upbringing, I had not previously known of terrorism or any real evil. The evil I had encountered by this time had been limited to pettyarguments with my classmates on the playground, my brother taking my Pokémon cards, and inthe stories of books or television shows. In this way, the attacks of 9/11 were my first glimpsesof the evil of humanity. First grade was incidentally the same year that I had begun taking pianolessons, following the example of my brother and heeding my parents' encouragement. Evenwith barely a few months of experience, the events of 9/11 inspired me to write a little tune witha few chords and a simple melody. I began playing the song for friends and family, and uponone recital for my dad's coworkers at a dinner party, I titled the piece 'No Tears'. At the time, Iwasn't able to fully explain with words why I picked such a title, and could only explain through

playing the song. But now, as a slightly more knowledgeable human being and musician at theage of 16, I realize that the title 'No Tears' represents both my initial reaction to the attacks of 9/11, and also my prayers for peace, strength, and healing for all of the victims; not only of thatday, but of evil forever.

Ariel L., 16, Seattle

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I joined the U.S. Army Reserve in November 2001 as a result of the 9/11attacks. I served two tours in Iraq and one in Kosovo during my time inthe Reserve …”

I joined the U.S. Army Reserve in November of 2001 as a result of the 9/11 attacks. I served 2

tours in Iraq and one in Kosovo during my time in the Reserve but ironically never went toAfghanistan.

9/11 reminded me that some things are bigger than us as individuals. It also made me realizethat in some ways tolerance has given cowardice a mantle to shroud itself in. It has allowedpeople with legitimate concerns or differing opinions to be drowned out by people who wouldrather do what is easy than what is right. 9/11 has also shown that the people of America on allsides of the political spectrum are seriously under educated about global matters and militaryoperations. It is shocking to have a conversation with any person about things like geopolitics or use of military force. The expectations of what right looks like and how to get there are often justpure fantasy backed up by their favored information source be it Fox News, the Huffington Post,

Chomsky, or Friedman.

No one really has a clue how people in faraway places live their day to day lives with theexception of people who serve abroad in the military or in the Peace Corps or in some other capacity. The advent of instant global communications has made facts disputable and hasallowed people to choose what they deem is the real "story" regardless of the motivations of theorganization that spoon fed them talking points just look at our 9/11 conspiracy people whohave fabricated a conspiracy out of nothing more than opinion and faulty scientific reasoning.

The biggest observation I have is that America is in decline and our moment as a great nation iswaning. In our attempt to embrace other ways of life and other cultures we have forgotten that

our nation is strongest when we find common ground and are homogenous. We have come to aday where people laugh when they here John F. Kennedy’s immortal words “Ask not what your country can do for you ask what you can do for your country.”

I can understand that there is discontent with our government but it is ours. But again we canstand on the sidelines and complain about the coach’s game plan or we can get in the gameand try and shape the plan as best as we can. We as people of this great nation are at acrossroads: we can stop asking for handouts and instead ask what needs to be done; or we canbecome irrelevant, poor, and disenchanted.

I joined the U.S. Army Reserve in November of 2001 as a result of the 9/11 attacks. I served 2

tours in Iraq and one in Kosovo during my time in the Reserve but ironically never went toAfghanistan. I worked as a Civil Affairs Specialist while enlisted and just got out of the Reservein June of this year. My life changed because as a person who became an adult while the fall of communism was in progress I never felt the call to serve my country as my father had inVietnam and Korea. 9/11 reminded me that some things are bigger than us as individuals.

Richard W., 38, Seattle

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I joined Scholars for 911 Truth and Justice in 2008.”

I joined Scholars for 911 Truth and Justice in 2008 (I retired from UW faculty in 2007). My viewof our government during the 911 period and its aftermath now includes fears of the people whoaided or caused that massive crime, incomprehension that our news media have not pursued

this story effectively, and admiration for those who are trying to launch a full investigation and tobring the perpetrators to justice. The attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, were a terrible tragedy for somany people, and then became much worse several years later when I found out thatthousands of architects and engineers (AE911truth.org), military and government leaders(Patriotsquestion911.com), pilots (pilots for 911truth.org), veterans (v911t.org) all question theofficial explanations and suggest that our government may have allowed it to happen or that itwas an inside job. Many other groups and individuals have come to the same conclusion (i.e.‘Jersey Girls’, who are the 911 widows who helped force the government to do the initialinvestigation; FBI whistle blower Colleen Rowley who was one of Time magazine Persons of theyear in 2002; Ex-senators Max Cleland and Mike Gravel; retired Major General AlbertStubblebine, and 100s of retired military, pilots and ex-CIA/FBI agents).

Margaret B., 69, Seattle

I received a job helping dislocated airline workers who were laid off as adirect cause of 9/11 and have continued on that path ever since, working instaffing.”

I was 22 and fresh out of college. My best friend and I moved from Spokane to Boston on9/1/11. On 9/11 we were waking up at the same time the planes were leaving Boston. We both

had interviews in Financial District and our morning was going as expected until we climbed outof the dark subway tunnel. It was at that second we realized something was wrong, too manypeople were running out of town, when most people should be heading in for work. People werestopped on the sidewalk bent over and crying and people were yelling "get out of here, we'reunder attack."

On Sept 11, 2001, we woke to hope of finding jobs and making it in the world on our own. Bythe end of the day we were just thankful our families were at home okay.

I received a job helping dislocated airline workers who were laid off as a direct cause of 9/11and have continued on that path ever since, working in staffing.

Tracy V., 32, Boston, MA.

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I would stay in New York for a few more years, but it was not until I left the city and moved to Seattle that I finally shed my first tear.”

My phone kept ringing, it was early. I worked as a waiter in Manhattan, I certainly was sleepingin. I shared a small apartment with two friends a couple blocks north of what would be known as

the evacuation zone. My roommate was on the phone, he worked what I considered early. “Aplane has hit the World Trade Center", he said. I woke my third roommate and we ran to theroof of our building, less than a mile from the chaos. By the time we made it to the roof, asecond plane had already struck the second tower. We watched in shock with our neighbors assmoke blew in our direction. Later that day we would question if that smoke was safe to breath.My neighbor, a beautiful Israeli girl, started screaming, "They're jumping, oh my God they're

jumping".

It was true, we could see people jumping from the windows. As I scanned my lower Manhattanneighborhood, I could hear sirens, and see people standing in awe on their rooftops, and thenthe towers began to fall. More smoke blew in our direction, and it had a strange odor. Returning

to our apartment our television no longer worked, and we knew nothing. Our phones did notwork, my parents would not hear from me for another 48 hours. We made our way to the EastVillage restaurant I worked at. They had a TV that worked and we learned of the other tragicflights. I ordered a beer and watched as ash covered professionals filled in. One kept repeating,"They are all gone", he was referring to his law firm. Later that evening my manager, whodecided to close the restaurant early had to remove an older lady lying in booth. She said shelived in the evacuation zone, and had nowhere to go. We walked to Union Square, a memorialwas taking place, candles were burning, people were reacting to the violence and pictures of themissing that would cover much of the city first appeared. In the days that followed I would gothrough two check points to get from work to my home, and we lived in fear of using thesubway. Anthrax and bomb threats filled the local media and our minds. People were leavingthe city, including one of my roommates who lost many of his co-workers in the towers. He hadto be in court early that morning, and now he had no job. I would stay in New York for a fewmore years, but it was not until I left the city and moved to Seattle that I finally shed my first tear.

Sean S., 35, Seattle

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I’ve tried to think differently about race, and labels, and the process bywhich we draw circles around ourselves and our community and excludesome ‘other’ people from our own circle.”

Since 9/11, given the racism and jingoism that's grown in this country, apparently as a result of

9/11, I've tried to think differently about race, and labels, and the process by which we drawcircles around ourselves and our community and exclude some "other" people from our owncircle. Just as I don't wish to be associated with white Americans who are responsible for war atrocities in the Middle East, it is unfair to associate someone with the attacks of 9/11 based ontheir race, religion, or appearance. It's sad to see the ways in which the dominant classes inAmerica facilitate and perpetuate hate as a response to 9/11. The irony is that this very hate isthe greatest threat to our country. As individuals, it's up to us to envision ways to overcome theracism and "othering" that has lead to hate, and then act with grace, not hate.

Steve, 35, Seattle

I have always given to charity, but since not long after 9/11, I have had aspecial love of giving to charities that help our military active duty and veterans.”

As horrible as 9/11 was, I do not think that it changed my worldview or expectations. Perhaps Iam just in denial, because it was an incredibly moving event that certainly impacted me for therest of that year. But, life went on, at least for those of us not directly affected by the death toll.

I think if I had been younger, though, I might have considered enlisting in the military. That's

easy for me to say, though. It's something else entirely to actually do it. I admire the young menand women that serve in our military and I am thankful for the sacrifices they have made on our behalf.

So, if anything, I suppose my appreciation for the men and women that serve in our military haslasted to this day and will continue for the rest of my life. I have always given to charity, butsince not long after 9/11, I have had a special love of giving to charities that help our militaryactive duty and veterans. I am especially fond of the charities that help wounded soldiers andthe families of soldiers killed in action. There is no better use of my charitable giving that to helpthese individuals and families.

Mark R., 48, Seattle

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I miss how things used to be but realize we need to move forward and continue to grow as a country. We pulled together as one 10 years ago and

I hope that continues. We owe those who lost their lives at least that much.”

I was originally from Connecticut with family still there, Cape Cod and NYC. I got a phone callfrom my husband to quickly turn the TV on. I was overcome with grief and fear, knowing mysisters, brother-in-law and niece were in NYC. I called my family and everyone was accountedfor except my youngest sister. Her subway went right next to the WTC. It was a scary few hoursuntil we heard she was safe. I remember looking at my two young sons as they were enjoyingtheir cartoon, while I was watching the horror unfold on my kitchen TV. How I wish I could be intheir world if only for a few moments. Then hearing a fighter jet fly over our house, knowing atthat time, no planes were in the air. At that moment, I felt such fear and such sadness. Theworld we knew it was forever changed. I kept thinking about yesterday. Yesterday, whenproblems now seem so minimal. I miss how things use to be but realize we need to moveforward and continue to grow as a country. We pulled together as one 10 years ago and hopethat continues. We owe those who lost their lives at least that much.

Peg J., 48, Woodinville

Knowing that my father was supposed to be heading west to Seattle from Boston that day, I went into a bit of a panic. I knew in the back of my head that chances were slim he would be aboard that doomed plane, but thechance was still there.”

My father was a pilot for Sun Country airlines at the time and coincidentally happened to be inBoston that day. I remember waking up and turning on the TV, like I do every day, only to seetwo smoldering towers slowly emerge from my old tube television. Up until that point, I had noclue what the World Trade buildings were. I listened to the broadcaster, not realizing how big of a deal this was. He had mentioned that an airplane had flown into the building.

Knowing that my father was supposed to be heading west to Seattle from Boston that day, Iwent into a bit of a panic. I knew in the back of my head that chances were slim he would beaboard that doomed plane, but the chance was still there. I called him on his cell phone and gotno response. I called a total of three times; I never got a response. Ten painfully slow minuteslater, he called awakening from a deep sleep. I told him to turn on his TV and let him know hewouldn't be flying anywhere today.

To top the morning off, I was hit by a downed power line on my way to Bellevue High School. Igot to my first period Spanish class and, of course, the television was on. The buildings weregone by the time I arrived. I asked what happened. My teacher simply responded, "They felldown." We sat in a perfect silence, a rarity for 30 juniors in high school, and watched the terror unfold replay after replay.

Blake S., 26, Bellevue

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Our country is broken. We must fix it.”

September 11, 2001 nearly destroyed me. I was not in any of the towers, was not in New York,or D.C. or Shanksville, but was cozy in my bed in Magnolia, trying to catch a few extra Z’sbefore getting up. For some reason on that morning, it was a struggle to want to get up. Finally I

turned on the radio, hoping Pat Cashman’s banter would perk me up. He wasuncharacteristically somber and I could tell it wasn’t a “bit”. It was about 6:50 a.m.

I ran into the living room, switched on the TV and saw the burning of the towers, a plane flyinginto one of the towers, then a plane hitting the Pentagon, then the towers crumbling and Icrumbled, too. The images were heartbreaking; the hysteria, people running, crying, screaming,

jumping off the towers, everyone covered in the detritus of the destruction. I imagined whatswirled in the dust that rained down, and tried not to. The horror was too much to handle. Peter Jennings, of ABC, was my rock that day.

What could we possibly have done to make someone hate us that much?

I did not go into work that day and met a friend for lunch in Des Moines where we tried to makesense of the attacks. My nerves were hot-wired for most of the day, and for the following days,weeks, and months.

Later, I wondered, how could all of the organizations that are in place to protect us havesimultaneously failed on that day? Reading the Commission Report provided more questionsthan answers. What was our country becoming?

My heartbreak continued as we entered a war under false pretenses and, even as the WMD

story fell apart, still we continued to send our kids off to war, a war that made many rich at theexpense of the rest of us, as we struggled with lost pensions, decimated savings, and devaluedreal estate. Many of the soldiers returned battered and broken, having witnessed unimaginableterrors.

Every day I look out at majestic Mt. Si, our glorious trees, our colorful sky and our expansivelandscape. There is so much beauty here in the scenery and in the people; we must becomebetter stewards of it all. Our country is broken. We must fix it.

Kathy S., 56, North Bend

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Now as part of a small group of people who share birthdates that coincidewith days of national tragedies, I have become even more patriotic and supportive of our men and women who protect our country and work to

prevent such an attack from ever occurring again.”

I will never forget that morning because it was my 33rd birthday. I experienced joy, shock andimmense sadness all within moments of waking up. I had no idea what had happened until I hadalready opened my presents and turned on the television to check the traffic report.

As I sat there in disbelief, dazed and very sad as I watched CNN until the last moment I couldleave for work. Upon arriving to work, I was surprised that my desk had been decorated thenight before with signs and balloons. I immediately took them down and began to feel almostguilty to be joyous on such a tragic day.

I would feel this guilt for the next few years, always getting the reminder when prompted to givebirth date information for applications, verification of ID or general conversation. How many

times have I heard, “I bet you will never forget that birthday?” And the answer is no, I will never forget that day or the thousands of people who lost their lives on the day of my birth.

Unfortunately each generation has a day of significance, from Pearl Harbor, Oklahoma City andnow 9/11. Now as part of small group of people who share birthdates that coincide with days of national tragedies, I have become even more patriotic and supportive of our men and womenwho protect our country and work to prevent such an attack from ever occurring again.

I have supported our troops and their families, including my older brother who was called up for active duty for the USAF.

Craig M. 43, Seattle

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We are so far away in Washington, but those were Americans. I wanted todo something, so I participated in Project 2,996. Blog owners wrote atribute to a murdered American.”

That week is a blur, waking up to KIRO radio and thinking what's all the drama? Waking my

sister and her boyfriend with a plane hit the WTC and her boyfriend sitting straight up in bedsaying, "what, what what"...... soon after the second plane hit. I don't remember getting ready for work, dropping my daughter at school or driving to work. At work listening to the radio wasbizarre, all the false stories like a Police Officer rode the WTC debris as the tower fell, or a planecrashed trying to land in a hurry on a runway that was too short. Watching the news and hearingthat 343 firefighters were missing and telling myself, there is NO damn way that is right, they willshow up and get to them. Hearing the inactive alarms that firefighters wear at Ground Zero andnot knowing until later what they were and what the noise meant. Crying every day and night allweek.... my heart broke that day. The next recollection I have is the following Friday - it waspayday and as I drove to my bank at lunch time a radio station was playing the National Anthemat noon (100.7 The Wolf, they do it still to this day) and sobbing. In the bank I was a wreck andthe teller didn't have to ask, she said I know exactly how you feel. We are so far away inWashington, but those were Americans. I wanted to do something so I participated in Project2,996. Blog owners wrote a tribute to a murdered American. Since then people have forgottenand links no longer work. I have done around 120 or so tributes and my goal is to make surethat everyone has one - there are some people that do not have a tribute written about them.The messages people leave are totally heartbreaking. I feel beat down and defeated but I forcemyself to watch the footage and to read and write about the victims is the least I can do. Project2,996 can be found at: http://project2996.wordpress.com/My blog can be found at: http://kjw-today.blogspot.com/

Kelly, 41, Everett

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My brother-in-law was starting his first day of work with Lehman Brothers at the World Trade Center. Watching the events unfold on TV was like being stuck watching a horror movie that you couldn’t leave.”

9/11 is a day never to be forgotten because it taught a new generation of Americans the evil our

world is capable of. Not since Pearl Harbor has such an event shocked and saddened thecitizens of the United States of America. I was one of those people who took for granted thatAmerica was too smart or too prepared for such an attack. I trusted our government andsecurity institutions to protect us. I was attending a trade show in Atlanta on 9/11. My family wasback in Seattle. My brother-in-law was starting his first day of work with Lehman Brothers at theWorld Trade Center. Watching the events unfold on TV was like being stuck watching a horror movie that you couldn't leave. I’m so fortunate that my brother-in-law escaped that fateful dayon the last ferry to New Jersey but he will forever have horrific images impressed on his heartand mind. He remained working for Lehman, one of only two people out of 12 new hires whochose to stay on after 9/11. He refused to let someone else force him to put his life on hold. Sixof us from the trade show rented a van in Atlanta and drove home to Seattle over three days.We saw city after city honoring the victims and families of 9/11. Most awe-inspiring was seeingpeople uniting to show their support for red, white and blue on each city block, suburb and farmwe passed. The skies were unusually quiet with no jets in the air, causing us to stop often toreflect. I formed a special bond with my co-workers on that trip that will never be broken. I nowunderstand what we are capable of doing to one another and know that no one can fully protectus. But I don't let fear keep me from enjoying the freedoms we were awarded years ago andfight hard now to keep. We just have to live each day and treasure our blessings because weare not promised tomorrow. I love being an American now more than ever.

Nichelle W., 42, Edmonds

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