See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

See Grandma, my eyes are really dark blue....not big brown ones like daddy

Ryan and friend

Ryan and friend
Mommy, Daddy, I'm saying Hi to Grandma?

This one is for you, Grandma!


soccer with determination and no airplane distractions

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Pondering 9/11

It has been a while, but an event that can never be forgotten. Tonight at our church we prayed for those whose lives were taken from them unexpectedly.

I recall the sacrifice of the people aboard an aircraft learning what the intention of cowardly people was to be, and altered that decision with their lives. Service individuals entered burning buildings knowing that their chances were nil, yet their concern was not for themselves.

People needed other people and helped others whom they never met. I have worked in the Pan Am building. Many nights we would go up to the top and take the elevator. Looking down, we would see the vehicles, which were as small as matchbox cars, and as well, felt as if we were in an airplane, looking down on all Manhattan. There is no way to describe what the feel is going down the elevator at the speed we would decline. Being up that high can feel frightening.
Things are scary enough on a good day. I cannot begin to imagine the nightmare that was encountered that day. Massive terror at a proportion hard to comprehend by the human mind.

There are no words of consolation for the dead, just prayers. Prayers that they are in a better place, where all pain suffering and sighing are gone. And that they be at eternal peace.

Tomorrow, take a minute and think about the courage and love and the blood that was spilled of our brothers and sisters on this, our land. And, remember what it meant to them, because we can never forget them, their bravery and courage. May their memory be eternal.

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