9/11 definitely means a whole lot more to me now than when it actually happened. I saw this amazing documentary last week about the ordinary people in New York after the fact. There was this person with a bucket of chalk handing out peices for people to write thier feelings on the side walk. People wrote all sorts of things: they drew flags, said God Bless, drew tears, asked God why. But then a woman came and she wrote "The American flag means violence." As she left people began to notice what it said and became very angry. They tried to rub it off with water and then random people who didn't even know each other were arguing about what was going on and what the quote meant. Soon the entire block/place was in an uproar. People were screaming passionately about Arab discrimination and why the towers fell and who did it and what we should do. The list is endless. Then amidst all the hubbub a woman and a man were arguing about how they both pulled body peices out of the rubble. The woman began to cry and the man asked "what are we arguing about" The emotion was so high it was incredible. Both people broke down and cried in each others arms. As if this wasn't bazzar enough the entire mass of people stopped arguing and started to just hug each other. It was crazy. It is the strangest thing I've ever seen. Random people in the Middle of new york arguing and huggin each other. It was the crazyest thing. It changed my thought process of September 11, 2001. hmmm. I wonder.