My name is Chris. My birthday is on September 11th. Ever since I was a little boy I've felt that the only special day in my life was my birthday. I was a lot like Mom when it came to birthdays. The reason I thought birthdays were so important was because that was the only day I could think of that I didn't have to share with anyone. Especially being an only child, I really got to be spoiled on my special day.
On September 11, 2001 I had a birthday. I woke up excited about my special day. I turned on the TV. Instantly horror! It was now the worst birthday of my life. I begin to cry.
A lot of people lost their lives on my birthday.
There were four plane crashes on my birthday! A lot of people became lonely on my birthday! A lot of children became orphans on my birthday! A lot of firemen became heroes on my birthday! A lot of other people became heroes on my birthday!A lot of people became suspects on my birthday! A lot of people joined the army on my birthday! A lot of people lost their job on my birthday! A lot of people got very very sick on my birthday! A lot of people bought a flag on my birthday! A lot of people called home on my birthday! A lot of people became friends on my birthday! A lot of people committed fraud on my birthday! A lot of people ran home on my birthday! A lot of people watched in horror on my birthday! Now I share my birthday!
But you'll never forget my birthday because.........
They cried on my birthday.