I remember my wife telling me on the car phone that a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. I thought it was a light plane that got lost somehow and it was truly an accident. I didn't realize how bad it was until I got home.
I remember how horribly misled the country was. As I was grieving for the poor people murdered in the towers, innocent ones were being murdered on the streets for wearing a turban. (and they were not even Arabs they were Indians)
Bad leaders used the emotions of the American people towards a country (Iraq) that did not even attack us in the first place leaving the Al Qaeda /Taliban issue in Afghanistan completely abandoned. The entire world lost respect for us when we disregarded the Geneva convention. I feel MUCH LESS safe today than 11 years ago.
Imagine if we had a foreign army occupying American soil. How much terrorists would that create? Why would anyone think the Iraq or Afghan people are any different than we are. Every day we are there we are creating more and more terrorists. For every one we kill we create many, many more. Would it not be the case if anyone was do the same we are doing there to the home of the brave?
We should have taken care Al Qaeda and the Taliban and leave other people’s countries alone!
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan ..
I was standing next to you when yo...
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'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan ..
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
'ready to go.'
Of course I can remember it.
I happen to live near DC and actually told the people at my work about the first plane crashing into the World Trade Tower. We turned to CNN and saw the second plane crash and was shocked. After that people just freaked out and insisted on leaving our building. I opted to stay because I didn't think that our building would be an intended target. Anyways... After that I was on the phone with a friend in Alexandria down the street from the Pentagon and they described a large explosion that shook the building. People were amazed and shocked. I actually have been overseas for years and thought that it would never happen in the States even though I was aware that our security posture wasn't the greatest before 9/11.
Of course, I also lived overseas during the time Osama and Al Queda did other things like order both embassies in Kenya and Tanzania to be bombed and where our base was on lock down shortly after wards.
And like they say... The rest is history!
I was in third grade 7 years ago and it's still hard to believe that Osama bin Laden is still hiding out in Pakistan plotting more attacks that may be nuclear this time.
i was at school that day in the 4th grade. we were watching Hercules for a mythology lesson and an announcement came on telling the teachers to turn to channel 13. when ms. truman did we saw the planes fly into the second tower. so yes i remember
in my 5th grade science class at SCC elementary school in Roberts, Wisconsin. i didn't know what was goin on but every one else seemed to even thoug it happened after we got to school. the teacher came out and asked the class "so what do u think of what happened in New York" and i was like wait wat happened
Well it kind of hard to forget something like that! My friends mom died on that day. When someone asks do you remember that day, I say no duh. If I ever forgot that day, thats the day I dye!
Two years ago I woke to see
Smoke rising to the sky
From long familiar skyline scenes;
At first, I knew not why.
And then the newsmen told me how
First one, then two planes struck
The separate towers in New York's heart.
It was too much for luck.
For yet a third crashed in D.C.,
Exploding into flame.
A fourth crashed in an open field,
For heroes foiled the game.
I saw the towers as they fell,
First one, dissolving slow,
And then, the second did the same
And many died, I know.
But many more, it seems, survived
Who came to work too late,
Or did not go at all that day;
Was it Providence or fate?
We witnessed many heroes made
In saving many lives.
And many left behind to grieve
As parents, husbands, wives.
We saw the strength of those who lived
Courageously with pain,
The rubble, ash, and sentiment
Of all that did remain.
The Nation gathered in support,
For those who suffered loss;
And many lessons we might learn
And on our hearts emboss.
Oh may we not forget that day,
The paths the heroes trod,
The empathy we had for loss,
The faith displayed in God.
One of the most devastating days in my life
Bad leaders used the emotions of the American people towards a country (Iraq) that did not even attack us in the first place leaving the Al Qaeda /Taliban issue in Afghanistan completely abandoned. The entire world lost respect for us when we disregarded the Geneva convention. I feel MUCH LESS safe today than 11 years ago.
Imagine if we had a foreign army occupying American soil. How much terrorists would that create? Why would anyone think the Iraq or Afghan people are any different than we are. Every day we are there we are creating more and more terrorists. For every one we kill we create many, many more. Would it not be the case if anyone was do the same we are doing there to the home of the brave?
We should have taken care Al Qaeda and the Taliban and leave other people’s countries alone!
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan ..
I was standing next to you when yo...
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''
You say you will never forget where you were when
you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I
held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
is OK..I am ready to go.'
I was with his wife when he called as she fed
breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
tried to understand his words and as she realized
he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been
knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said.
'Of course I will show you the way home - only
believe in Me now.'
I was at the base of the building with the Priest
ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
faith has saved them.
I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan ..
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the
smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take
my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day. You
may not know why, but I do. However, if you were
there in that explosive moment in time, would you have
reached for Me?
Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey
for you. But someday your journey will end. And I
will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may
be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are
'ready to go.'
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
God
I happen to live near DC and actually told the people at my work about the first plane crashing into the World Trade Tower. We turned to CNN and saw the second plane crash and was shocked. After that people just freaked out and insisted on leaving our building. I opted to stay because I didn't think that our building would be an intended target. Anyways... After that I was on the phone with a friend in Alexandria down the street from the Pentagon and they described a large explosion that shook the building. People were amazed and shocked. I actually have been overseas for years and thought that it would never happen in the States even though I was aware that our security posture wasn't the greatest before 9/11.
Of course, I also lived overseas during the time Osama and Al Queda did other things like order both embassies in Kenya and Tanzania to be bombed and where our base was on lock down shortly after wards.
And like they say... The rest is history!
Two years ago I woke to see
Smoke rising to the sky
From long familiar skyline scenes;
At first, I knew not why.
And then the newsmen told me how
First one, then two planes struck
The separate towers in New York's heart.
It was too much for luck.
For yet a third crashed in D.C.,
Exploding into flame.
A fourth crashed in an open field,
For heroes foiled the game.
I saw the towers as they fell,
First one, dissolving slow,
And then, the second did the same
And many died, I know.
But many more, it seems, survived
Who came to work too late,
Or did not go at all that day;
Was it Providence or fate?
We witnessed many heroes made
In saving many lives.
And many left behind to grieve
As parents, husbands, wives.
We saw the strength of those who lived
Courageously with pain,
The rubble, ash, and sentiment
Of all that did remain.
The Nation gathered in support,
For those who suffered loss;
And many lessons we might learn
And on our hearts emboss.
Oh may we not forget that day,
The paths the heroes trod,
The empathy we had for loss,
The faith displayed in God.
by David E. Sawyer on September 6, 2003