Most of us can remember that day. Where they were how they received the news and how they felt. The confusion as people tried to straighten out the news they received was it a bomb? Now two planes and it hit the world trade center or was it the Pentagon? Did you wonder if there were more planes that might be dangerous? Did you know anyone who might be hurt?
Did you feel helpless? Did you get on your knees and pray? Did you question God on why? Did you stand and cry and to shock to realize what was going one? What did you think? Did you cradle you children close? Did you call your loved one just to say I love you? Did you buy a flag and did Red, White and Blue become your favorite colors? Did you hold hands with a stranger and prayed for those that were hurting? Did you finally pull out your bible and open it up and read it? Did you donate blood, clothes, time or money?
Where you at the stuck at the Airport? Where you in NYC, Washington DC or Pennsylvania, that day? Did you know someone who walked right into the face of danger where others were running out? Where you considered a Hero by many but a thought you were a failure because you didn’t do enough for the people? Did you stand by waiting for orders? Did you sign up for the Military so you could fight for your country? Did you cry with a complete stranger as you watch the events unfold?
You were ready to fight back. You became united with the nation. Their pain felt like your pain. You prayed for those in danger. Felt proud to shake the hand of everyday heroes. Heroes that wore police uniforms, firemen outfits, combat boots and cameo. You thank soldiers as they headed off to protect your country. You put the colors red, white and blue everywhere you could from you car, to your house and pined it to your shirt. Tears came to your eyes when you saw a flag. You thank God everyday for the freedom and protection that America has given you.
Now the years have passed, the flag has faded and laid aside. You wonder why the soldiers never came back or are still gone and why the War continues on. You don’t look at your neighbor anymore. You pushed God out of your life. You no longer honor soldiers, but almost mocked and look down upon them. Police dogs are more cried over than an officer who dies in the line of duty. Firemen, that dying during a fire is just a news story. And the 11th day of September is just another day.
Yet, for a wife, a husband, a father, a mother, a daughter, a son, employee, a coworker, or a partner that day plays out in there head almost every day. Daddy may never come home and hug his children, a lover will never receive a kiss again, a partner will never play a round of golf, policemen may never help keep the peace, a paramedic will not help save another life.
The facts will be in History book long after this generation dies. A memorial will be put up but will become another tourist site. The name of the victims will fade into just a number. Yet, through us is only how the true effect of this day will live on. Do not let the unity fade, the patriotism disappear. Remember why we fight. Pray for those who lost love ones, and protection for others. Shake the hand of a local hero. Greet a stranger with a smile. Thank God everyday for the life that He has given. May We Never Forget! 9-11-01
Jacqueline
Did you feel helpless? Did you get on your knees and pray? Did you question God on why? Did you stand and cry and to shock to realize what was going one? What did you think? Did you cradle you children close? Did you call your loved one just to say I love you? Did you buy a flag and did Red, White and Blue become your favorite colors? Did you hold hands with a stranger and prayed for those that were hurting? Did you finally pull out your bible and open it up and read it? Did you donate blood, clothes, time or money?
Where you at the stuck at the Airport? Where you in NYC, Washington DC or Pennsylvania, that day? Did you know someone who walked right into the face of danger where others were running out? Where you considered a Hero by many but a thought you were a failure because you didn’t do enough for the people? Did you stand by waiting for orders? Did you sign up for the Military so you could fight for your country? Did you cry with a complete stranger as you watch the events unfold?
You were ready to fight back. You became united with the nation. Their pain felt like your pain. You prayed for those in danger. Felt proud to shake the hand of everyday heroes. Heroes that wore police uniforms, firemen outfits, combat boots and cameo. You thank soldiers as they headed off to protect your country. You put the colors red, white and blue everywhere you could from you car, to your house and pined it to your shirt. Tears came to your eyes when you saw a flag. You thank God everyday for the freedom and protection that America has given you.
Now the years have passed, the flag has faded and laid aside. You wonder why the soldiers never came back or are still gone and why the War continues on. You don’t look at your neighbor anymore. You pushed God out of your life. You no longer honor soldiers, but almost mocked and look down upon them. Police dogs are more cried over than an officer who dies in the line of duty. Firemen, that dying during a fire is just a news story. And the 11th day of September is just another day.
Yet, for a wife, a husband, a father, a mother, a daughter, a son, employee, a coworker, or a partner that day plays out in there head almost every day. Daddy may never come home and hug his children, a lover will never receive a kiss again, a partner will never play a round of golf, policemen may never help keep the peace, a paramedic will not help save another life.
The facts will be in History book long after this generation dies. A memorial will be put up but will become another tourist site. The name of the victims will fade into just a number. Yet, through us is only how the true effect of this day will live on. Do not let the unity fade, the patriotism disappear. Remember why we fight. Pray for those who lost love ones, and protection for others. Shake the hand of a local hero. Greet a stranger with a smile. Thank God everyday for the life that He has given. May We Never Forget! 9-11-01
Jacqueline
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