A day to remember

Today is a day to remember, a point in time when I will always remember wat i was doing on this day 5 years ago. The day when World Trade Centres fell and a group of ppl declared war on the rest of the world.

I can and will always remember when I was 10 yrs old and my parents with Granny brought me to New York City. We went up the Empire State, visited the Statue of Liberty and took pictures of the two Towers. It becomes a precious photo to us now, coz the Towers no longer stand. As i read from an article on CNN, this day becomes a point in our generation, when each and every one of us will be able to recall the exact moment, what we were doing at the moment the Towers fell. I can still remember the pictures of the Towers falling, just like Lego blocks. Life is so fragile and so easily gone, at that one moment, thousands of lives were lost, and thousands of families were destroyed.

Perhaps it is because Daddy was born in US, hence our family has a strong feeling towards US. Or perhaps it is because we feel for the human race and thousands of lost lives. Whenever I recall the day, the moment, or even the reports and articles, I will be deeply moved and to be frank, with tears in my eyes. Every one of us, regardless of race or religion, should keep this day in memory, and give our prayers to the dead.

Today is the day when I am thankful that I m alive, happy and fortunate to be living in this part of the world, where there is minimal chaos. Call me a pampered and sheltered gal, but I indeed feel blessed and loved.

Remember those who have left us, treasure those who are with us.