I saw the twin towers fall the first week of my senior year of high school, in my psychology class. In the next class, statistics the teacher didn’t know about what had happened, so he proceeded to teach. But at that point all of the students in my class left our pencils on the desk including me and told our teacher that the lesson plan had changed. I was an honor student, but when things change and the ones teaching us continue you to teach unnecessary things, I’ll be happy to rebel a little from the lesson plan and change course.
If I didn’t have hope for the future, I might has well have done statistics that day. Then I would have probably killed myself because the statistic we just saw that morning was not just a number. Life is still good and life goes on — we know that, so when you fall just get back up and keep going. The sunshine is to beautiful not to. That’s the dream I have, to see the sun every morning no matter how much cash is in my wallet.