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The hours are quickly fading, as am I... it's such a strange sensation, the desire to be awake, yet dream of something different than the world one is presented with. Tonight I am in a dream-like state though I am awake. Past and present meld and miss, leaving me sitting on the cold pavement, holding my arms, bracing against the sharp breeze which once was a cooling friend. The raindrops turn to ice, striking my dry and chapped flesh... and I am still sitting... still here. Darkness and fear may come, but I will still be here....
Today life seemed to sink in a little more for me, and the beautiful day was enjoyed with friends and family, laughter, and love.
There are too many wasted beautiful days, and today was one of them.
I'm an American, and I still feel affected by 9/11 and remember all the details of where I was, and what I was doing, of how my friend came into the class after going to the office telling us the world was ending and the World Trade Centers were falling. We all thought it was a joke, because he was the class clown... the next bell, we found out otherwise...
As soon as I got home, I turned on the television, and stayed there, glued, for hours. I got off class around 1, since I was a senior finishing up, and spent the rest of the day watching the television on various networks, trying to keep up to speed with what was happening. Thousands of American innocents died that day. Thousands of lives were stopped and silenced on that day, and yet, the only mentions I saw in my community were in my church, and on television. Sadly, my area seems to have forgotten the significance of this day, the trajedy of what happened.
I don't want to delve into politics, but I think some people are more concerned with politics now than they are with remembering what September 11, 2001 means. Please set aside the politics for a moment... Forget about the made-for-TV movies and the documentaries that will never have the complete story. I seriously doubt anyone will ever be able to tell the story of all the passengers on those planes, of the flight that fought back, of the people in the trade towers, or those in the Pentagon. Those were human lives.
Once again, I'm not going to talk politics, I'm concentrating on the lives that were lost. Regardless of what one thinks of the President, the war on terror, the war against Iraq.... thousands of people DIED four years ago. In one day, all these lives were silenced, stopped. Mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, grandmothers, grandfathers, friends, uncles, aunts, cousins... they all died. I didn't know anyone personally who was lost, but I remember what September 11 means. For a brief time afterwards, we were all patriotic, all cheering and screaming the national anthem, and raising our hands to our hearts for the pledge... We were proud to be Americans, because we lost good Americans, good people, for no reason.
Though so many have forgotten what today means, the family and friends of those lost will never forget the day they heard their loved one's plane had been hijacked, that they saw their loved one's building fall to the ground, that they heard the terrible news. Thousands of lives were ended, but more than that were changed by this day...
As I write this we are 2 minutes into September 12th... a brand new day, a day those who died on September 11th never got to see. It somehow makes it more important for me to get out there, to try to help people, to reach out, to do the best I can as a human being for those thousands of people who no longer have the opportunity. They were praying, crying, dying in those stairwells, on those planes, in those buildings... 4 years ago we were a confused and angry nation, and now I wonder where we are...
I'm not saying we have to scream, yell, throw a fit... But we should remember what happened, think about those who were effected, and pray for the families and friends of those who lost loved ones. This is a day the world changed... it's not just another day. It may not be a national holiday, a day off from work, or school, but it is important nonetheless.
I am not trying to minimize what has happened in the Gulf with Hurricane Katrina. I know a lot of attention has been thrown that way as of late, and I applaud it. I am proud of the people from my area who have gone down to help, of the thousands who have opened their pocketbooks and their arms to aid those who are still suffering and trying to survive in Louisiana and Mississippi... I just wish that on this one day, September 11, we would remember what happened, and why it is significant, and try to live our lives a little more.
I, personally, have a tendancy to hide in my room and shut out the world... September 11 is a reminder of how blessed I am to be alive, to have my friends and family, and it reminds me how precious my moments are, and not to waste them. There is evil in the world, but there is also good, and I want to be a part of the good.
Thank you.
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AUTHOR OF THIS MESSAGE
Midnight Mistress
MESSAGE TIMESTAMP
11 september 2005, 23:09:32
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