Day 5 - Victoria

    There has been so much to see!  It’s too much to describe in one sitting!
    Today was  day for emotions none of us experienced on this trip.  I’ve never seen so many people cry all in one place - with the exception of a funeral.  I held it together for most of the visit to the memorial.  It was the first place on this trip that brought something deeper than just the visit.  It wasn’t until I saw my friends crying that my first tears came out.  I trust that many other people had the same experience.  And then the song played on the bus.  I have never cried because of a song before.  Until today.  I never knew anyone in 9/11, or have any real connection to it, so I feel like I shouldn’t be crying.  I have no reason to cry unlike so many other people there.  I hate going to memorials without leaving a token.  So I decided to scour through my backpack for something - anything.  I found one penny.  One penny old enough to match a date on the memorial - 1978.  I left it on the bench of a woman named Jamie.  I believe she was lost while in the Pentagon. I left the penny at the end of the bench hoping the people who see it will get the same feeling I do.  The feeling that someone out there cares and misses these people.