9/11 Remembrance

rainbowpromise · Sep 11, 2006

I was in a mild form of shock. I woke up to it on TV. My husband had been watching for a while already.

I continued with my day as usual, but it just wasn't the same. At my usual aqua fit class many did not bother with getting changed. We just sat and tried to figure it out. Some of my exercise buddies were of middle east origin and we discussed their fear of even being out in public.

The whole thing effected everyone in a negative way, no matter what heritage you were born to.

RGL1 · Sep 11, 2006

Heart4Him · Sep 11, 2006

I was sitting in the middle of my living room floor sorting through baby clothes when they broke in with the live news and showed what was happening.

I was about 6 mo. pregnant with my son. It was such a shock. I called my husband after a little while to ask him if he heard. I think I had the news on for the rest of the day. I thought about my daughter because she was at school...she had just started kindergarten.

We need to pray and continue remembering the families that lost their loved ones. It affected all of us, but no one as deeply and permanently as those who lost their fathers, husbands, wives, mothers, brothers, sisters, etc., etc...

RGL1 · Sep 11, 2006

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timlamb · Sep 11, 2006

It's 7:05 am pst, and the world outside is calm and peaceful for now, thank God; but we cannot forget!

Henaynei · Sep 11, 2006

timlamb said:
It's 7:05 am pst, and the world outside is calm and peaceful for now, thank God; but we cannot forget!

Amen....

littleredkiss484 · Sep 11, 2006

timlamb said:
It's 7:05 am pst, and the world outside is calm and peaceful for now, thank God; but we cannot forget!

Henaynei · Sep 11, 2006

I pray HisLambGabby is doing ok...

RGL1 · Sep 11, 2006

timlamb said:
It's 7:05 am pst, and the world outside is calm and peaceful for now, thank God; but we cannot forget!

Thanks Tim.

How true, we cannot forget. The fight is far from over, check this out.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14780458/

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14780458/

RGL1 · Sep 11, 2006

Jesse L
Professor Ivers
ENG102
12/11/05

A Not So Normal School Day

During my freshmen year in high school, I was met with many new and challenging hurdles in life. There is one very challenging day which rises above and beyond all the rest. A day full of insecurity, a loss of hope, and clouded in fear. A stain like no other begins on a Tuesday.
The rush to class on this Tuesday morning was met with students of all ages, both big and small. As I slithered my way through a wall of students, the sound of laughter and monotonous chatter permeated the air. A sigh here, grunts there, we all pushed our way through each other. The sinister clang of the bell made it subtly clear to all, another school day had begun. I reached my homeroom in time to find all of my classmates seated. A hushed, dull whisper bounced back and forth from each student in the class. My homeroom teacher, also known as the history teacher, cleared her throat and greeted us all with a pleasant but serious good morning. We had about 5 minutes till the infamous bell would chant its famous series of dings which was then abruptly ended with a ding cut short.
Mrs. Dumais then asked us if we had any prayer requests and brought up any current news about the day we would need to know. A quick prayer was offered to our God, a blessing over the day and a thankful heart we lifted to Him. We were then rudely interrupted by the bell, and scurried off to our first period class; so began this marked day.

I had recently been switched to another history class. I had previously mentioned that we called Mrs. Dumais the history teacher. I failed to mention there were two in my school. A small school of about 130 students, thats all we really needed.
This previous teacher could not teach. He was horrid at it and I could not learn anything from his teaching. I begged my parents and the school to switch me. Permission granted.
The long talks we had in that new class really helped me out. I enjoyed Mrs. Dumaiss teaching and was at peace when she gave assignments. That is not the point of this paper however, a more serious tone I should take. The minutes passed as I did my time through the classesbefore long, I had survived through three periods, History, Math and a needed study hall. As the bell rang, I began gathering my books. I quickly shoved them into my backpack and again pushed my way through the doors of students.
Today seemed ok. It really did. The time seemed to be speeding by, and I could not keep up. English 9, period 4, this was one class I did not mind. Mrs. Mcmechen, a petite, elderly women with short, puffy, salted hair, stood in front of the class. Her warm soothing smile as we crossed into the room forced us all, no matter if your day was going extremely well or extremely bad, to crack open a wide smile. She greeted us by name with a cheerful voice, asking us kindly how we all were. We all took our assigned seats and began innocent chatter amongst ourselves. We always took any opportunity given to chat. I did not happen to notice Mrs. Mcmechens disappearance, I was too caught up in conversation. I began to wonder where she may have gone. A few minutes had gone by, which did not reduce the amount of conversation amongst the students in the room. The door creaked and we all in sync began to quiet down. She immediately began by saying that there was a serious accident in New York City. I felt a sense of fear as I felt tingles shooting up and down my spine.
She then continued to explain to us that one of the twin towers was collided into by a plane. At that very moment, the hopes to continue on schedule were just not an option. We all quickly scurried out of the room, across the empty hall to my homeroom where a few small groups of students stood. Just as we walked in, my teacher, Mrs. Dumais, turned on the large television in the back corner of the room. With the flash of the screen, it immediately took us to New York City. In the distance you could see a burning tower in flames and smoke, helplessly losing its beauty. They showed us the replay of the plane crashing, which was actually no plane at all. This was a huge, passenger airliner jet. I could not believe what I was seeing, all smiles, jokes being submitted, laughing and other nonsense, ceased as one vast orchestra. We were all stunned and silenced by what we saw. It seemed too serious to be true; a feeling of sadness and loss over came us.
Just as they finished with the replay of the first plane slamming into the first tower, another plane came out of nowhere and we watched helplessly as it made its way to its horrific destiny. Time slowed down, and I felt lost in it. At first I thought it was another replay, but no, it was the real deal, this was all really happening.
By this time the whole school was packed in this one room. There were dividers at the back of the room which when drawn, opened up to a whole other room. They drew the dividers and the class was filled to the brim with students, all watching in horror.
After we watched the news for what seemed to be hours, we muted it and our principle began to make his way through rows and desks of students, toward the front of the room. What could he possibly say that could help in this situation,
I heard my voice echoing inside my head say. I was delirious with emotion, nothing seemed right and what did seem right didnt seem so right anymore, confusion set in, like a numbness or a cold draft that chills the bone.
As our principle cleared his throat, his face painted a picture of how he felt. Searching for the words to come, for something to come. We forgot about lunch, which was the next period, we forgot about grades and quizzes, we forgot about assignments. I felt so alone that day, I wanted to leave and be by myself, I didnt want to accept this, nothis was loss, a loss greater than I had ever felt. My mind began to picture and replay the clips of the terror and mayhem I had just witnessed. I thought about all those who lost their lives, those who had family involved, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, sons and daughters. Somewhere, everywhere, the smoke of loss drifted further than the smoke of the fallen buildings.
The rest of the day seemed to be a space to me, I felt sick at times, and even as I laid my head down to sleep, the thoughts continued to haunt me.
We were dismissed early that day. Not a soul in that school, or in this country for that matter were thinking about what they needed to do. Time seemed to come to screeching halt. The long drive home from school gave me time to talk to my mom about it a little. We both felt the same. I was eager to ask her if she heard, and she responded that she had. No one had a clue as to what caused this tragic event. Rumors began to run and a whisper of terrorism plagued the air. We later found that two planes were hijacked and they used two of our own jets to bring us down. Shame overtook this country. As I dug around to find the words to say, I reached rock bottom. I couldnt find anything to say. I began to worry, What if it happened to my school? I could not help but think of what else they could get away with. I feared that we would be overtaken
as a country, and many more of these events would take place. And that is when I felt it. The innocence I once knew as a child left me. Stolen like a thief in the night. My thoughts now were full of the terrible things that could happen. And then the questions turned to a greater source.
I asked God why He could do something like this, why all those people had to die. I felt myself in so many words blaming God. He was ultimately the one who caused this to happen. But why? What could something like this do? I felt I needed God more than ever now, I knew now that the nothing else mattered, and the controlling bubble I lived in was viciously popped that day. God brought me to terms with life and Himself. He showed me a different side to Him. One that I had only scraped the surface of when I read of Him in the Bible.
On that cold and lonely night, I attended a special prayer service at my church. We all felt the same loss, and had a hard time finding uplifting topics in our conversation. As my mom and I walked in the dark foyer, the light from the main auditorium poured out into the foyer. Scattered groups of people sat dispersed all about the sanctuary. Hushed chatter could be heard as we stepped into the light. Our pastor, a tall, brilliant and enormously intelligent man in his late 30s stood in the front of the audience. The talking began to hush and everyone standing began searching for their seats. We made our way to the back middle section of the seating area where we greeted a few of our friends. The pastor began to pour his heart out to us and calmly encouraged us all. He emphasized that God knew what He was doing and was in control. He had a purpose for this tragedy and even though we could not see it yet, we must trust Him. He continued to encourage us to use this tragedy for Gods glory and to witness and share Gods purpose to the lost and the hopeless. He stated that many, even though they didnt believe in a God, blamed Him for it. A silence filled the entire church. We ended that night with prayer and devotion to God. My mom and I didnt stay after very long, after all I had homework to finish. As we made our way to the car, I began to feel somewhat of a peace come over me. I felt that someone greater than I took my sorrowful heart, a heart full of aches and pains and shielded it from the bitter cold. An eventful day nonetheless, and nothing seemed very certain anymore. But through this trying day, even when the flickering flame of hope almost diminished, I felt the warmth come back, and the time of healing began.
It has been four years to the day and many things have happened since then. But that day changed my life and it was like a waking pain. I could feel my Creator drawing me closer to Himself. I still, to this day, am unsure about many things this conflict presented, but I know that it strengthened my faith and helped form me into that person I am today.

Mayflower1 · Sep 11, 2006

I feel sad today as I think upon 9/11. So many lives were lost that didn't need to end. The fear that everyone probably had in the tower, and the loved ones that people lost... it just doesn't seem fair.

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RedTulipMom · Sep 11, 2006

Prayers and hugs to all those who lost loved ones on
9-11-01

littleredkiss484 · Sep 11, 2006

My prayer also goes out to all those who are still grieving the lost of loved ones in the 9/11 attacks.

LovesToRead · Sep 11, 2006

We will never forget.

How could we?

In my prayers.

Henaynei · Sep 11, 2006

in every generation..... some must pay the ultimate price for our Freedom

In uniform, if leadership is wise

As civilians, if they are not....

But the undeniable fact remains.....

Freedom will never be free....

RGL1 · Sep 11, 2006

Henaynei said:
in every generation..... some must pay the ultimate price for our Freedom

In uniform, if leadership is wise

As civilians, if they are not....

But the undeniable fact remains.....

Freedom will never be free....

Good post.

"Free" means somebody else paid the price.

Henaynei · Sep 11, 2006

Tanstaafl <- eternal truth that....

{"There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch" - it cost someone somewhere something, always}

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