The world was largely at a standstill.
There was something so unreal about the captured images and videos by amateur cameramen. People were in a public panic pandemonium. They were running about, screaming, crying, disorientated, lost, with the look of disbelief in their eyes. No one knew what was going on.
Fire, and smog enveloped the city skyline, and dust shrouds visibility. Survivors covered in dirt and blood walked the streets in down town, aimlessly, confused as most of us were. I blinked blankly as the newscaster was presenting the report. It just seemed so unreal to me, like a nightmare. I was only there 5 years earlier for a holiday.
"What can we do?"
This is the questions most asked. People asked the rescue team. People asked the paramedics. People asked the police. People asked the politicians. People asked themselves.
"What can we do?"
As I have quoted in my previous post, we are all connected. At times, in times of need, when the world just needed help standing, when all people needed was hope, when we all needed something to believe in. We are all one. We are all united. We are all bound together.
People just want to help.
It's our nature, to step up and be counted. For that day, man's strength and faith were tested. For that day, when doubts were cast upon people's love for humanity, someone stood up to challenge and prove that we are not alone, that a hero can rise from the darkest of days.
That someone is each and every one of us.
For when the towers collapsed, amidst the rubble and ashes, two phoenix rose, and with them, the power of faith, hope and love.
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