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Saturday, November 22, 2014

9-11 Tribute


I wrote this back in August 2014 after a trip to New York City. I think it's important for each one of us to consider the things we're thankful for.

One of many things I'm thankful for is that I was able to make it to NYC to see the 9-11 Memorial and Museum. If you haven't been, I highly recommend it to everyone who loves our great country.

You will be moved and even if it's the only thing you see in the Big Apple, I think you will come away satisfied, as I was. I've included some photos, most of which I took while I was there...


I'm sitting in an airport in Chicago, but the visit to Ground Zero in NYC today is still with me. Somehow it permeated into my head. It reopened something sealed away. Its effect on my mind is much less, but strikingly similar to that when we all saw it happen almost thirteen years ago. The numbness. The confusion. The rage. The sorrow. The thankfulness for courageous people.

There was one area in the museum dedicated to the victims who fell or jumped to their deaths from the burning inferno. It's estimated that as many as two-hundred people suffered that fate.

There were quotes written on the walls by those who witnessed the horror of people raining from the skies. One brought tears to my eyes. It told the story of a woman dressed sharply in a business suit standing in a window with smoke billowing out of it.

When she decided she could take the heat and anguish no more, she modestly held her skirt and calmly stepped off the ledge, falling hundreds of feet to the street below. Even in her greatest moment of fear and torment, this nameless woman thought about being modest and lived out her last moments with dignity.

Have we forgotten so soon? We were united in the weeks and months after that tragic day. You couldn't find a street in the country that didn't have The Stars and Stripes flying. U.S. flags were on back order (from China) for weeks on end.

We've lived our lives differently since then. Many of us understand the threat and how it has not diminished. But we allow our politicians to divide us into voting groups that fight with each other and focus our laser-like attention on the differences between us. It benefits these career politicians for us to be distracted by our squabbles while they rob the people of their power.

I pray that we find new ways to be united as Americans. That we come together as one again. I pray that we don't have to face another calamity for it. I pray that we as a people learn to focus on that which we have in common.

We all watched the planes crash into the buildings and horrified, we cried out as the towers fell to the ground. We saw the people running as concrete ash blanketed them. There are no words that can describe the emotions. We were all New Yorkers on that day.

Each one of us had our own way of perceiving and coping. I know many people thought, "I'm thankful I wasn't on one of those planes." For me, I wished I had been on one of those planes. Maybe I could've made a difference. If not, I would've died trying. It's not a choice, it's how I'm wired.




   







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