Emily Coscarelli Essay
A Day in Their Shoes
By: Emily Coscarelli
September 11, 2001 will always be remembered in America’s history. It was the day that over three thousand people died. It was the day that shook America to its core. American’s lost their sense of safety and security. I was only four when it happened and I cannot say that I remember what was happening or the impact it would have on my future, but thirteen years later I can say that I have learned that we had many heroes that day.
Once the initial shock of the attack was over, the heroes immediately leapt into action whether they were firefighters, police officers, or just a regular person. They knew they might not survive, but that only made them work harder to get as many people out and to safety as they could. It not only amazes me, but floors me at their bravery. It is just incredible that those men and women who gave their lives and did not even think twice about it. The fourth plane that crashed in Pennsylvania is also an amazing story. The passengers planned to attack the hijackers, called their families, said good-bye and then crashed the plane so as not to cause even more damage to America.
Putting myself into their shoes is something that I had to do in order to fully understand the sacrifice each of them made. I imagine myself waking up normally like any other day, except today I had a plane to catch. I would be going to see my family. I would finish my coffee and grab my carry on and head to the airport. What a beautiful morning I would think to myself. I would arrive at the airport with time to spare; the flight had been delayed I would look at the newspaper. Time to board my flight as I make my way to the gate. I hope I’m not near any children I cross my fingers. The plane will leave in five minutes. My bag is put away and I’m feeling relaxed. This flight will be nice and easy. I close my eyes as the stewardess says to put our seatbelts on.
I would wake up thirty minutes later to the other passengers crying and staring in shock. The U.S. was under attack. The pilot has said we would be going to land, but we knew that wasn’t the case. The plane was hijacked crossed my mind and ice-cold fear runs through my veins. Other passengers are realizing that something even worse is happening. Panic is filling the cabin. Tears would roll down my face, as realization would dawn on me, I was going to die. Someone was trying to get my attention, everyone’s attention. We were going to take control of the plane, we would not make it, but we would not let anything else happen to America. There were grunts and sobs of agreement. We would take back the plane. The flight attendant was filling pitchers with boiling water. I would try to call my family as the others did. The good guys in charge of the takeover were going over the plan one last time. We would say a prayer to whatever higher power we believed or did not believe in. We would charge the cockpit. A fire extinguisher was used to distract them and the last thing I would remember was that my family loved me and that I would be okay.
“The plane crashed at 10:10am in a Pennsylvania field at five hundred miles an hour. All forty-five passengers died (9/11 Attacks).” I am eternally grateful for the valiant efforts of everyone involved that day and how they showed us what it looks like to be a True American Hero.
“9/11 Attacks.” History.com. A&E Television Networks, n.d. Web. 11 Sept. 2014.