Where were you when the Towers fell?

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I was reading a blog yesterday by my friend Jax Turnya Who is a model, and who works on the Mancow show in Chicago ironically enough, because he will later be involved in this story. She asked where were you on September  11, 2001? Well thinking about it it brought back many emotions sadness, anger, and my thoughts raced.

September 11th, 2001 Started out pretty ordinary all except the night before I was out with some friends, and we eventually wound out at Steak and Shake. The night progressed and I got tired so I told my friends I was going out to my car to nap for a bit, and when they were done there let me know. The morning came around and The sun had rose. My friends were still inside talking. Must have been a pretty important conversation to be up talking all night at a restaurant.

I turned on my radio, Ironically here is where Mancow Muller comes in. Mancow was on the air that morning and anyone who loves in the Chicago land area knows he has kind of a sick sense of humor, and would play jokes on his listeners and such. Well the news came across the air a plane had struck one of the World Trade Center buildings. I thought no way it was another joke but I soon realized he was not playing a joke at all.

I soon ran into Steak and Shake and told my friends I was leaving. For some reason my gut instinct told me to go home and watch the news. At that time I was staying with my Friend Jeff in Johnsburg, Illlinois. I soon got there I told Jeff to turn on the T.V that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. No sooner did we turn on the T.V, we saw the 2nd plane hit the World Trade Center.

This was no private aircraft these planes were full fledged Jumbo jets carrying fuel and passengers. America all came to the same conclusion we did this was not a random accident. This was a terrorist attack on our own soil. There had been terrorist attacks on American Soil before, but nothing of this magnitude. Reports had hijacked planes heading all over the United States. This was the first time I felt scared. Even being 70 miles from Chicago, what if they decided to hit a small town? thinking that I called my Mother and asked her if she had heard the news. If I recall she was working that day. I remember saying I love you to her at the end of the conversation, and thinking if something should happen this could be the last time I say this.

Not to long after I got off the phone with my mother reports came another plane had crashed and hit the Pentagon. We were under such high alert suddenly that the F.A.A shut down all airspace and ordered any planes to land. One more plane never laded safely an American Airlines flight that crashed in a Pennsylvania field because of some heroic Citizens everyday average Joes who had decided to take the plane back and stop an attack on another target.

We watched in an almost trance like state watching the world trade centers collapsing. It was like something you would see in a movie, but this was real. No special effects no stunt doubles. Sheer terror, undeniable sadness, and anger for terrorists who had taken several thousand lives, INNOCENT LIVES!!!

As the day moved on I stepped out for a cigarette finally. The air was still perfect blue skies, and not a car on the road, or plane in the air, not even a child playing outside. It was eerily the strangest feeling in the world to feel like you are the only person outside, and a tear finally streamed down my eye. I went into a state of shock and sat on the front porch putting my face in my hands.

The rest of the night I do not think I went outside much. I remember spending most of the day sitting watching the news. They played the collapses over and over again. Nighttime had come around I remember the bucket brigades trying to clear the rubble and find survivors. Occasionally a body was found and you would see a stretcher escorted to an ambulance with an American Flag draped on it. I had had enough and finally went to bed but knowing the world had changed forever that day.

These are my recollections of September 11th, 2001 the photo you see above is from a sign near me not to long after the attacks happened. Need I say these were the sentiments of most Americans. America Came together Democrats, Republicans, Whites, African Americans, Gays, and Straights. We had all learned we were all one people, We learned we were all Americans. We had no division lines. Sometimes I still wish we felt this way. Most of us have forgotten what it understand what it means to be American and it is only 13 years Later.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!

If you would like to read Jax Turnyas blog the site link is below!!

http://petitegirlsrock.blogspot.com/2014/09/where-were-you-that-september-day.html?spref=fb

Thank you for reading this!!!

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Ink, Expression, And The Art of Tattooing

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Awhile back I photographed a model, her name was Jamie Barker. She has been dealing with back problems all her life, and has had several surgeries to try to correct them. I photographed her for a shot to get into Inked Magazine which they denied me. I love tattoos, the art, and the stories behind them. I always felt ink was a way to express yourself, and say this is who I am, and the only person who will change me, is me!. Tattooing has always been a way to express who you really are. Even if it was only a way to rebel, there is always a story behind the ink. I do not think we as people should be afraid, because someone is  different, or they have a flaw. We should accept people for who they are, and what makes them beautiful. We have always been a judgmental society, and we need to stop. If you judge someone because they look different, maybe you should take a look deep within yourself. People who judge usually need to change something about them, because they feel something is wrong with them, or in their lives.

I have watched enough tattoo programs, and been around enough tattooed people, including myself. I have come to realize they are some of the sweetest, and kindest people I have ever met. Usually if you walk up to a person with tattoos, and ask the meaning behind a specific tattoo?, they will be glad to sit and tell the story behind it. The story may be as small as well I wanted a tattoo, or I was a firefighter during 9/11 and this is a memorial to those who died!. So next time you see someone who looks different don’t be afraid. Say hello you never know the person, until you get to know the person!.