Philippe always said
Dreams are essential.
At 6:00 on Tuesday August 6th
Everyone's eyes were above them
As Philippe was looking down to them
1,360 ft in the air
In between the twin towers
People were looking up at him
As if he were the father of the twins.
Above, are the first 3 stanza's from my poem that we wrote on 9/11 about Philippe Petite. I chose this to share because I'm proud of it. I like how I had to be creative and completely start from scratch, with all my own thoughts. I would never be the person to write a poem, so I thought it was fun to see myself struggle through this assignment, but it turned out really well.
Something that I want to share with everyone is a news story that a few of you probably saw on the news in the summer, or recently. I will post a link below, but the story is about a lady, Sharon Budd, who was driving to New York with her family in the summer. Sharon's teenage daughter was driving and when they went under an overpass two boys threw a rock down and it came right through the windshield and hit Sharon straight in the face. It's a terrible story. Sharon was in critical condition, she had to have emergency surgery on her brain, and she lost an eye. It's an awful story but one I think is important people hear about. Her family could use a lot of support. It's important to remember how precious life is. Below, is a link the news story that you can read if interested.