REMEMBER 9/11

My thoughts and prayers reach out to those families and individuals who were immediately affected by the events of 9/11, 8 years ago. In some ways, the terrifying memories seem like they happened a long time ago, yet in other ways, it all seems like it occurred only last week.

Today is the 8th anniversary of 9/11. I placed my new flag by my patio in remembrance.

I will never forget the horrors of the day our country was attacked.There was a person on the news that said that most Americans have forgotten.
I strongly disagree, True Americans remember.

God Bless America!!

...as we Americans continue to protect our own brand of freedom.

We’re patriotic and proud of our awesome troops. This is a tribute I posted this past Memorial Day. And I wish to honor all the Coalition soldiers as well. We also thank them for their sacrifice and bravery in bringing democracy to those who’ve never known it.

In Honor of Those Who Made the Ultimate Sacrifice

just an ordinary day, not even close to September so I think it makes it the best day to set this goal. Not only to remember 9/11 but to NEVER FORGET.

I guess I hould not be surprised that there is only one other person with this goal. A poll taken shows that Americans are forgetting and even forgetting the images of that horrific day.

I am not making a political statement this is a only a reminder that We should NEVER FORGET.

All you need to do is look at this video and you too will remember and possibly make it a goal for yourself to NEVER FORGET.

I hate remembering the smell. I vector around the firehouse on my block because I don’t want to see the flowers. The radio goes on all day with rememberances. I don’t need to cry on the way to work when I see dress whites. I don’t need extra tension and sadness. It happened! There are things happening now that are worse!

Please move on. Leave me out of it. I don’t want to be pulled back into the worst weeks of my life.

Even though I was only in second grade… you see. I had to learn about what happened by myself. Nobody really had the guts to tell a little kid what happened until… never. I found out by myself. I was confused why every year we had to have “moments of silence” were all about. I guess my parents just thought I knew. But up until 4th grade I didn’t. Then I did. Wow, I cannot believe it was 6 years ago, it feels like yesterday to me. My mom crying when she was watching the news, my teachers everywhere all over the place at school, my dad clutching onto me when he got to my school. Quite hectic… scary. But I found out from watching the news. The news has been a miracle for me in my life because I actually watch it a lot. I always see it and that’s how I’m up to date on what’s happening. Usually before my parents now… but anywho… at the time we (family) lived in New Jersey and were only 10-20 minutes away from the World Trade Center. My dad actually has to pass by there on his way to work. But he commuted me to my PA school every single day. Exhausting stuff for the whole family. So, anyways 2 years from that day, I found out from CNN and I nearly broke down. How could anyone not tell me? that was all that was ringing through my head. How was i so naive?

But all those questions concerning my thoughts went away. It’s not me who had to go through that disaster. So, 4 years from 4th grade, I’m about to turn 13 and my aunt is down for a visit. She wants to go to New York because she has never been there before. Sure, I think, it’s not like I haven’t been to New York before. So when we get there she says she wants to go to the remains of the Trade Center.

Is she kidding me?

I didn’t want to do that, and I still don’t. But I was brought against my will. It’s not like I’m afraid of confronting that. I didn’t lose anyone nor did I live in New York. But it just sickens me that people are almost turning it into a tourist site. I saw buses go by with the New York tours. Here is where thousands of people died in the 9/11 attacks. in a cheerful voice. It just disgusted me how people could smile in front of it and take a picture. My aunt did. And so did my cousin. But my cousin’s only little. My Aunt should know better. She told me “Katie, it’s a shame, I thought we could actually go in and look at what’s left.”

!!! is she serious? That’s not what the shame is! And even if they did let us, I wouldn’t go. I couldn’t bare looking at a place where so many people left this earth and went to Heaven… even if that’s a better place.

So here’s my opinion… after a good year of thinking, I decided that in 5th grade, I wouldn’t look at my life as others do. With selfishness and a little greed that their lives are important. Which is true in ways, but I’m putting more people ahead of me, and trying to love. Not hate. That’s what’s important in this world. To love eachother. And that maybe we should look out for eachother, and nobody saw it coming, despite what the conspiracists say, I think it’s a scary thing that nobody wanted to happen. Even if they had “reasons”...

Yet, for some reason, I don’t think it was enough to start a war. Sure, I’m mad it happened, and if I was president I’d want revenge too. But is that any way to solve it? More violence? The cost of even more american lives?

Anyways, that’s really all I can say for now. But until then God Bless America and let us love eachother not as friends and family, but as equals. God’s Looking Over Us

LOVE

and say a prayer for our brave troops protecting us from this happening again.

It has been very somber today. The sky is gray and overcast. I can only imagine how the families of the 9/11 victims feel today.

It is such a terrible loss and America will be trying to heal for a very long time. I know that I am still healing from it. It was the day that my world as I knew it came apart as if someone shattered the rose colored glass out of my soul’s window.

It left me more human then I had ever felt, because until that point, I was living in my own little world, apart from the collective group of other humans that live miles away from me. It made me realize that anything can happen, and no matter I try to see good in everybody, unfortunately it is not always so.

America still lies broken, trying to gather up the pieces of what she once was, knowing that it will never, never be the same. I can see the devestation of the the cruel act that happened six years ago today every where I go. The way people must think now, always on edge, not wanting to become caught unawares, like we once where, yet always admitting on the deeping ache of the loss. The loss of innocents.

Our country has grown. We are no longer the young, untried child that is always happy and bright. Yes, we have suffered our wars and our tragedies, but not one so deep. I was not alive when the attack of Pearl Harbor happened but when that happened, America suffered yet matured.

The sobering fact is that I matured greatly from expeirecing the tragedy of 9/11. The cornerstone of character is learning from suffering no matter the loss. It molds us, just as 9/11 has molded us all in some way.

Romans 5: 1 – 11
Tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance character, and character hope and hope does not disappoint.

We still feel the tremors of the aftershocks of 9/11 in our everyday lives. Some feel it more then others. It was just last night when I was watching the Disney’s Oliver and Company when I gasped when I saw the World Trade Towers in animation.

My heart aches with the reminder of the loss of life, the loss of love, the loss of the world we thought we knew. I just didn’t understand and I still dont’ understand now, after 6 years. WHY?

I know I might never understand, yet I will live with the pain that many, many, many other’s carry as I do. A silent aching that remains constant, especially any time I got to the airport to fly, or checked out by a guard in the Courthouse to make sure I am not smuggling in anything dangerous that might hurt those around me.

I cry out now more loudly on this day, that God might hear the hundreds of thousands that walk somberly today and the thousands that still cry nightly, forever mourning the loved ones lost. Husbands, wifes, sisters and brothers. Sons, daughters, Fathers and Mothers. Cousins, Neighbors, and friends.

God grant us some type of peace as we learn to cope and live with the past that has wounded us so greatly.

I have not just taken one day to remember the horrible tragedy that happened 5 years ago. It doesn’t seem like 5 years to me, it just seem like it happened yesterday. I am sure it is because it has made such an impact on my life that it isn’t far from my mind. The families that lost loved ones and how they are forced to move on with their lives without them.

I can not relate to losing a love one like that, beacause it has never happened to me, yet I am very empathic to those people that have lost someone. It is almost like it has happened to me.

It just blows my mind that another human being would plan such a distruction of innocent people. I sometimes pity Osama because I wonder if he has very truly felt love by another person. Maybe if he had, this might not have ever come about.

I am so sorry for those families. I don’t allow many people close to my heart, and if I were to lose what I only have. I probably would curl up and die. It would seem like the end of the world, which it did seem that day.

My prayers and thoughts still go out to those families who have lost their loved ones on that day. My heart will always hold that memory close and a tear will always be shed.

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged…
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

Dont tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore…

Dont tread on me

Love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

Dont tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore…

Dont tread on me

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war

Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that youll hear evermore…

Dont tread on me