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Sunday, September 11, 2005

A Somber Day... Where was I?

Where was I when I heard of the attacks on 9-11-2001? My then boyfriend, now hubby, and I were listening to the radio on the way to work. A frantic DJ came on the air in disbelief stating a plane had hit one of the Trade Centers. My hubby and I didn't think anything about it. We just thought it was a small plane... we had no idea of the shock to come. When we got to work, we walked into the brake room... 120 employees were standing around a 19 inch TV... everyone of them looked like they had seen a ghost. As we all stood there in a fog... the 2nd plane hit... screams... tears... anger... emotions were flying. That was a day I will never forget... I saw grown men crying, women sobbing... everyone calling their loved ones. I remember calling my grandmother (God bless her soul)... she was sick with cancer and was overwhelmed with emotion. I can hear these words she stated to me... "What is happening to our world? We now know we are not indestructible. God Bless the people... oh my goodness... people are jumping to their deaths... Oh, dear Lord, God Bless them...God Help them." I know on that day... I was so angry and devastated and didn't understand the reality of it all... on that day... my life changed forever... as it did for all Americans. That day... we all lost "brothers" and "sisters".

A great 9/11 website is http://911digitalarchive.org/ .

9/11 Poem
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer, said "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear."
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the
five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high in ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow-but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely...You're not really gone
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one."
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

Also thanks to Ingrid for sending me this Link from "Skippy the Bush Kangaroo". FIVE DAYS WITH KATRINA... has over 197 pics and fascinating captions of the before and after Katrina's wrath...

Katrina Donations can be made to:

United Methodist Committee on Relief
(This is the one I really recommend)

Convoy of Hope
Salvation Army

Operation Blessing

Americas Second Harvest

American Red Cross

Until we meet again...

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