Perspective of a mother

In a perspective of a mother looking for her son: As I looked at rows of cars in flames, my first thought was to find my son. He was a fire-fighter and even though he was off the day of the 9/11, he died at 10:28 a.m while helping evacuate people from the second building of the World Trade Center. My son named Michael Douglas was a very outgoing and sincere person. he liked to always help others and keep in touch every time he could with us, because we were living in other state at that year. Since 9/11 2001 me and my husband still have in our memories very vividly what happened that day and the pain is still there as like it occurred yesterday. I remember that on the morning of the attack, I joined millions of Americans who sat before their T.V. sets in disbelief... At that moment I felt such an anger towards the people who did the attack, but now I understand that I can't blame anybody on what happened, the only thing that I can do now is to do better, to help my country and the people to raise up! For me this tragedy not only draw the country closer together, but It showed the greatness of the American and people all over the world. It's a bittersweet time, but it's a strong reminder of the bravery of others and how fragile life really is. You appreciate life for what you have and don't take it for granted because it could be gone in a second.