The Calling Rising From the Ruin



When we were celebrating our mid autumn festival, across the ocean, the relatives of the victims of the 9. 11 tragedy were holding each other, crying, blessing for their love and all the survivors. It＇s not only a tragedy for American people, but also for the global community.



The event of September 11th, 2001 continues to change the world in ways we have to experience or comprehend. Every disaster can awaken some spirit, and this time it aroused the deepest echo from people＇s hearts. The calling can be heard from the ruin for the millions who bear witness to their memory.



Never can be another time that heroes are so demanded.Seeing the collapse of the WTC, many people just stood in shock, crying in fears. The black smoke rising against the blue sky covered the sun over the people, and tore up the faith down in their hearts as well. Man is supported by the courage to carry on. It is obvious that the heroes in the calamity, dying just doing what they do, rebuild the dignity on the severely wounded ones.Everyone remembers the firemen dashing up the stairs while there are loads of people running down the stairs in the WTC.Also on Flight 93, 40 people, not even knowing one another＇s name, came together to help protect the country. The whole nation memorizes all those sacrificed; regard them as the heroes,no matter what they have contributed.
As their tiny deeds to gether let the nation see signs to recover, to go through the very hard time. Now everyone＇s life is surrounded by the heroes and new heroes are being born out of the tragedy...



One of the most touching story in the devastating time was that one husband sent a sms, just saying "I love you", to his dear one on the crashing plane. It echoed in everyone＇s emotion senses. Love is the greatest gift that God gave us. It can really help to heal man＇s wound. Couples, friends, all went out, wandering together in the dawn, seeing the sun set for the first time in their ages. Without their jobs, they came to realize the meaning of peaceful life and learn what they need most was the love from the people around them.
We learn to appreciate others＇ love and sending ours in return. Thank God we have some ones to love. Thank God the disaster calls us up for the meaning of love.



Another word most frequently used after that September day is "united". Regardless of races, all were collecting, standing in lines to give their blood, holding hands when making prayers.
Strangers no longer were cold.
They began to talk and might become friends. The distance between people seems to be shortened. If you call it magic, it does happen! The circle of our life cannot still be fixed in the certain area any more. The community is made up of eve

ry perso