The Day I will Never Forget

I will never forget the punch of the day. "She is very proud of the money there, I am in a mess of a tornado, the situation is very contemplated." When I woke up, my skirt, Matt shouted I was crying. After struggling from the bed, Matt threw a pillow to me, and I walked in the bathroom.

I will never forget 3,000 Americans who died that day. I will never forget the English screen of the Queen of England. Stand on St. Paul's Cathedral and sing "beautiful beauty". We will never forget the image before the collapse of the tower, the sky is raining. I will never forget that those Pentagon workers will enter the burning building to help their colleagues. I will never forget New York police and NYFD heroes They have entered a situation that is destined to fail at least to hope to save one's life. Todd Beamer, Tom Burnett will not forget. Cee Cee Williams, Sandra Bradshaw, and 93 other passengers kept our rest from the same fate of the other three aircraft in the day.

As a New Yorker, September 11 is the day I always remember, no matter what tweets or e-books are. My first memory as a person is on this day. I will never forget the tears my mother pulled me into the house. I will not forget to watch the images of the 24-hour news report again and again. I will not forget to wait for my father to go home. I will never forget the pleasure that my family felt when entering the door. Those who are trying to sell a tragedy are crossing the border, but what is the motivation of others? Perhaps Beyoncé really wants us to #neverforget and her very big fan base is a good platform. We do not know the personal relationship between each person and the day. Whether they posted a culturally conscious "netlook" does not know whether everyone else is, or whether they really want a place to express their views on that day.

It blinks until January 21, 2017 when I marched with millions of people, this is the largest protest day in America history. This is the day I will never forget. But I am very worried. For me, March of Women knows that it is the beginning of a long, tired, painful four year battle. And I do not know if we can win. I am worried that what happens after you start such big things will eventually feel like failing or disappointment. Where do you start? That day will gradually disappear that day, this is something in my mind.