The Day The World Cried

This morning, cowards without the world will be attacked by cowards who can not see their faces, and freedom will be preserved. Our compatriots, our way of life, our freedom is being attacked by a series of intentional and deadly acts of terrorism. Victims are airplanes and offices - secretaries, businessmen and women, military and federal staff. Mom and dad, friends and neighbors. The frustrating act of terror suddenly ended the lives of thousands of people. A picture of an airplane jumping into a building burns, a huge building collapsed, an incredible sad sadness and a quiet and relentless anger remained in us.

I cried for three days eight years ago. As they had to feel an important day, I shouted for all colored people suppressed in the United States. I cried the world that evolved into a place where blacks could become presidents of the United States. Yesterday, I isolated myself. I did this to curb anxiety. I can not hide it until 9 o'clock in the evening. I face facts and I have to understand statistics of US elections. When I saw the face of the news broadcasting station, my heart sank. When the map and numbers were displayed on the screen, my bowels connected. After TV broadcasting, I can not sleep for a long time. Overnight, I feel the world is in an Orwell style nightmare, and everything will work out in the morning. But that is not the case.

Most of us have cried at least once. Two days after my family dog ​​Ajax passed away, I cried and I appreciate that he made a big impact on my life. Other people cry when they talk about their loved ones, share their personal struggle, and share appreciation and pride with their favorite people. I can say this from experience: crying in front of my companion tears the official wall far away from you. You will increasingly like it, and you will love others more. Through practice, this openness can increase confidence in communication, especially in difficult situations.