Thank
I will NEVER forget! September 11,
2001
This
day started out a happy one! It was my son's 6th birthday. I was
suppose to bake cupcakes to take to his kindergarten class but the school
was in lock down and I couldn't drag myself from those awful images on
the television set. I just kept thinking to myself, how could this
happen? Why did this happen? Who could really be that cruel
to do something so bad? I am ashamed to say that before that dreadful
day I had never heard of the Taliban, or Usama Bin Laden. I had no
clue that we were hated that much. Boy what a rude awakening I had!
I still
watch everything I can about the tragedy and I listen to the families of
the people that were lost in the WTC. I listen to the stories
of those that escaped......and most every person that ran from the building
said one common thing. One thing that just rings in my brain time
and time again and once again I wonder, How? Why? The thing
that most people say that made it out of the buildings is: I was
running out BUT THEY WERE RUNNING
IN . They being the
firefighters and the police officers that answered the call. They
had no idea that building they were running into was going to come down
and even if they did they didn't know when and they still would have gone
in and "They" would say "We aren't heros, we were just doing our jobs".
But they are heros! In my eyes it takes someone special to take the
risks that the firefighters take day in and day out. What a special
breed of people those firefighters. I always knew they had a dangerous
job, but I never even thought about them running the opposite direction
of "safety". They run right into the danger to save another human
being. Not looking at the persons race, color, gender or social background.
Not caring if the person they are saving is a good or bad person....just
knowing that they need help and the rescuer is going to help or die trying...just
because "I was doing my job".
Well
there are no words to ever tell of my gratitude. There is no real
way to show how thankful I am that there are people like that in this world.
In the first few weeks I would go to bed and pray that they would find
one person, just one person to give the searchers some hope, just a little
bit of hope to go on. But no more people were found alive but I don't
think hope was ever lost. I am proud to be from this wonderful
country! I am proud to call America
home. I tell my children to thank God everyday for being born in
such a great place and if you don't believe it is such a great place then
sit down and let me tell you why I think it is great! I am free,
I am free to write this note on the internet, I am free to be who
I choose to be. I am free to buy a house and free to barbecue outside
my backdoor. I am free to go to church and to speak of God, Free
to keep the Holy Bible by my bedside and free to read from it at any time
that I choose. I am free to go to school, then go back and learn
more...I am free to learn as much as my brain can absorb. I am free
to shop at any store that I want. I am free to have as many children
that I want or none at all. I am free to choose which Doctor I want
to see. I am free to choose which bank I will use. I am free to live
my life how I want. I could go on and on but I hope you understand
what I am saying.
This
is getting lengthy but I just wanted to say how I felt.
This tragedy has affected
me in so many ways. I look at people as I pass by them in a
store or on the street, wondering if they are good or bad. I look
at every airplane that crosses over my house. I pray every night
for our leaders to have the knowledge to do what is needed and the strength
to carry the tasks out. I pray for the people who lost people and
I pray for the workers that are trying to recover and clean up at Ground
zero. I keep up with what is going on in the news and try to learn
all I can about what is going on in the world.
My heart is broken but I still
believe! I belive that everything will get better, it will
never be the same but it will get better! Thanks for taking the time
to read this.
God Bless, Lu Ann