My 9/11 Story
It was the morning and I had to get to Junior College, my first class was interesting but difficult to get to so early in the morning. I walked in tired and sat down with enough distance from Mr Bodley so he wouldnt notice my lack of enthusiasm. Music Appreciation was the class, learning about classical composers and how to listen , yes actually listen to music. As the class went on, a announcement on the PA announced that there was an attack in NYC and the Pentagon, terrorist have exploded something in those locations. Mr Bodley spoke and asked in his gentile way “Why do we kill each other so?” Class was dismissed promptly, Mr Bodley kindly told everyone the assignments while we walked out.
It was devastating to see the destruction caused by such hate. I couldnt cry or even really grasp what took place. School was cancelled the next day and then opened the day after. This morning I was eager to get to class,
The next week I came to class again in haste to get away from the news, Mr Bodley walked in exactly at the start of class, he was in sweat pants and looks exhausted. He spoke softly and said that he had spoke to the President. He cried and stated that his daughter Deora was killed on the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania. I was shocked to hear this, since Mr Bodley was the last person that deserved such a fate. He said that President Bush came up to him and gave him a handshake and said “we’ll get those guys that did this” , Mr Bodley rebutted and said “Not in my daughters name”.
This stayed with me for years. A man that just lost his only daughter but did not seek revenge like most Americans did at the time. What strength did this man possess.
Mr Bodley then quit his job and became a humanitarian, desperately fighting the fight against the fight. War is silly and has rarely made anyone better.
Mr Bodley died in a motorcycle accident, which I suspect was suicide. The police records state that witness said they saw him just head off to the side of the road and slammed straight into a large garbage bin.
I will never forget him and his daughter, It has made me see the folly of man. “Why do we kill each other so?”
“Why do we kill each other so?”
RIP Mr Bodley…..