I like to think I have a good imagination. People tell me that my writing is good, and descriptive, almost as though I know exactly how the characters are feeling because I've felt that way myself. Usually, I have never experienced the feelings I'm writing about. I don't know what it's like to lose someone I was very close to. I don't know what it's like, or what could drive someone to contemplate suicide. But there is a word for what I experience, and that word is Empathy.

Empathy - the power of understanding and imaginatively entering into another person's feelings.

I may be an empathetic person. But I will never be able to imagine what it must have been like to experience the events that took place on 9/11 nine years ago. I was little more than a child at the time, about nine years old, so I remember only bits and pieces of that day. But now that I've grown up a bit, my heart aches for the families who lost loved ones and friends that day.

I can't imagine what it must have been like, what it must still be like...

We ought to continue praying for them, as well as for our soldiers and their families as well. So many people have sacrificed so much in order to protect innocents like me, and you, Reader. Their sacrifices should never go unnoticed.

- Aimee