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Proud To Be...
It might seem odd to you that from the terrorism America has recently experienced,
I can find something good to point out, but such is the case ....

Forgive me, I'm an eternal optimist.
I'm always looking for the silver lining. It's the way of life that
I've chosen because the optimist and the pessimist are both right, for them.
It's always up to us to choose which way we want to be. In my estimation
and experience, the optimist leads a much happier life,
so that is my choice.

I watched the terror on people's faces.
I heard their cries and screams of anguish and pain.
I watched their tears create flesh colored streams through the ash on their faces.
I saw the grief and desperation on the faces of those
holding up pictures of missing loved ones.
I saw it all ....
and cried more in the last week than I have in the previous ten years.
But I saw something good too ....

I saw a young black man help an Asian woman away from the disaster scene.
He had his arm around her and she leaned into him for strength and comfort.
I saw an older white man help a black woman escape.
They clung to each other for comfort and some tiny bit of assurance from
each other that there was still some good left in the world.
They found that point of goodness to connect with inside of each other.

They didn't care that the other person was black, or white, or Asian;
nor would have they cared if the person they helped or that was helping them was
Latino, Russian, Cuban, Moslem, Christian, an atheist, or blue, green,
or even plaid for that matter.

Their differences didn't make a difference.

What they did care about was their humanity connecting with another human being.
The lesson to be learned is that we need to connect to one another as a nation,
and indeed, as citizens of the planet earth, to find our common goodness.

Each person has far more in common with others than they have differences.
It's not our differences that determine who we are, it's how we treat each other
in spite of our differences that reveals our true character.

Some blacks treat whites with the same racism that some whites treat blacks.
Both are wrong.
The same can be said for some individuals of any race.
It's not an ugly trait exclusive to one race, it's just an ugly trait, period.

All whites aren't racist, all blacks aren't lazy, all Moslems aren't crazed fanatics.
There is no stereotype that fits all people of any race or ethnicity.
We need to learn to treat individuals as individuals, not as races or ethnicities.

We need to learn .... period.
As brilliant as we can be at times, we are also stupid and primitive all too often.

If we can walk away from this with anything positive,
let us learn that we are all in this thing called life together.
We should be striving for accord and unity. We should celebrate our differences,
they are what make each individual special, and make the world interesting.
If everyone looked and sounded alike,
people would just be walking mirrors of ourselves.

Boring! ... Boring! ... Boring!

Let us not judge anyone by our differences, but by our common good.
This is true for all people everywhere, but especially for Americans.
After all, what is the United States all about? Look at the initials for the answer.

It's not the Y.O.U.

It's not the M.E.

It's the U.S., it's us, just us.

And it's up to us to make a difference.


~Author Unknown~

We Remember!



Hit the buildings . . . . Missed America . . . .

An open letter to a terrorist:

Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America.
You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America.
You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies,
but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America.

Why? Because of something you guys will never understand.
America isn't about a building or two,
not about financial centers, not about military centers,
America isn't about a place, America isn't even about a bunch of bodies.
America is about an IDEA.
An idea,
that you can go someplace where you can earn as much
as you can figure out how to, live for the most part,
like you envisioned living, and pursue Happiness.
(No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can sure try!)

Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine,
and chant your terrorist litany:
"If you can not see my point, then feel my pain."

This concept is alien to Americans.

We live in a country where we don't have to see your point ...
But you're free to have one.

We don't have to listen to your speech ...
But you're free to say one.

Don't know where you got the strange idea that everyone
has to agree with you. We don't agree with each other in this country,
almost as a matter of pride. We're a collection of people that don't agree,
called States. Another idea, we made up on the spot.
We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the world.

You CAN make it up as you go, when it's your country.
If you're free enough.

Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easy-going goofs most of the time.
That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes of
feeling free and easy about the world you live in.
It's unfortunate too, because people start to forget that when you attack
Americans, they tend to fight like a cornered badger.
The first we knew of the War of 1812,
was when England burned Washington D.C. to the ground.
Didn't turn out like England thought it was going to,
and it's not going to turn out like you think, either.
Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our shores, just the most recent.

No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either.
We were the FIRST and so far,
only country in the world to use nuclear weapons in anger.
Horrific idea, nowadays?
Got news for you bucko, it was back then too, but we used it anyway.
Only had two of them in the whole world and we used 'em both.

Grandpa Jones worked on the Manhattan Project.
Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch,
the physicists were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone
would fission, or whether it would start a fissioning chain reaction that would
eat everything. But they threw the switch anyway,
because we had a War to win.
Does that tell you something about American Resolve?

So who just declared War on us?
It would be nice to point to some real estate, like the good old days.
Unfortunately, we're probably at war with random camps,
in far-flung places. Who think they're safe.
Just like the Barbary Pirates did, IIRC.
Better start sleeping with one eye open.

There's a spirit that tends to take over people who come to this country,
looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, looking for freedom.
Even if they misuse it.

The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of his prisons, were overjoyed to
find out how much freedom there was.
First thing they did when they hit our shores, was run out and buy guns.
The ones that didn't end up dead, ended up in prisons.
It was a big PITA then (especially in south Florida),
but you're only the newest PITA, not the first.

You guys seem to be incapable of understanding that
we don't live in America ... America lives in US!
American Spirit is what it's called.
And killing a few thousand of us, or a few million of us, won't change it.
Most of the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit.
Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner,
then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit.

Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.

Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming.


~Author Unknown~

We're Coming!



We'll go forward from this moment ...

It's my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that help make sense
of that which troubles the American soul.
But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes,
the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit,
must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack
on our World Trade Center ... our Pentagon ... us?

What was it you hoped we would learn?

Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people ...
We are a vast and quarrelsome family,
a family rent by racial, social, political and class division,
but a family nonetheless.

We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy
on pop cultural minutiae ... a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune,
a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too.

Spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods,
and maybe because of that,
we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement.
We are fundamentally decent, though ... peace-loving and compassionate.

We struggle to know the right thing and to do it.
And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith,
believers in a just and loving God.

Some people ... you, perhaps ... think that any or all of this makes us weak.
You're mistaken. We are not weak.
Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock.

We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did,
still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some
Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll,
your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the
United States and, probably, the history of the world.

You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall.
This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow ...
the last time anyone hit us this hard,
the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain.
When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force.
When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering,
pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction.
I know my people, as you, I think, do not.
What I know reassures me.
It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing
to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and
what can be done to prevent it from happening again.
There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms.
We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad.
But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent.
That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well.
On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.

As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn,
and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us?
It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.
If that's the case, consider the message received.

And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people.
You don't know what we're capable of.
You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn.


~Leonard Pitts Jr. of The Miami Herald, 9/12/01~

SHOCKED!



The Lady

I wonder what she thought
As she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn't turn away,
She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort
As her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen
High above her head.

She could not shield her eyes
She could not hide her face
She just stared across the water
Keeping Freedom's place.

The smell of smoke and terror
Somehow reduced her size
So small within the harbor
But still we recognized...

How dignified and beautiful
On a day so many died
I wonder what she thought,
And I know she must have cried.


~Author Unknown~

I Know She Creid



A Rescue Worker....

Standing for what you believe in,
Regardless of the odds against you,
and the pressure that tears at your resistance,
... means courage.

Keeping a smile on your face,
When inside you feel like dying,
For the sake of supporting others,
... means strength.

Stopping at nothing,
And doing what's in your heart,
You know is right,
... means determination.

Doing more than is expected,
To make another's life a little more bearable,
Without uttering a single complaint,
... means compassion.

Helping a friend in need,
No matter the time or effort,
To the best of your ability,
... means loyalty.

Giving more than you have,
And expecting nothing,
But nothing in return,
... means selflessness.

Holding your head high,
And being the best you know you can be
When life seems to fall apart at your feet,
Facing each difficulty with the confidence

That time will bring you better tomorrows,
And never giving up,
... means America.


~Author Unknown~
My Heros!!



Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait

A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying,
"Lets sit, lets chat"

They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day.

"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons.

We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not."

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell
But not alone.

"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."

"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely.
You're not really gone.

All of those people, even
those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said "Take my hand,"
and from there he led five thousand plus heroes,
Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.

~Author Unknown~

Always Faithful



Welcome At The RainBow Bridge

On the morning of September 11, 2001,
there was an unprecedented amount of activity
at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made.
They had to be made quickly. And, they were.

An issue ... not often addressed here ...
is the sad fact that many residents here
really have no loved one for whom to wait.

Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills.
No one on earth loved or protected them.
What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards?
And, the ones who were abused. Who are they to wait for?

We don't talk about that much up here.
We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so.
But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person
who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.

This day, a request rang out for pups not waiting
for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment.
An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward,
each pup wondering what the assignment would be.

They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once,
3,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready.
All the pups ... as all pups do ...
felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts.

Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them ...

"May I have one to comfort?"

"I'll take two, I have a big heart."

"I have been saving kisses forever."

One after another they came forward begging for an assignment.
One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked,
"Are there any children coming?
I would be very comforting for a child 'cause
I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged.

A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen
and be their friends, the larger working breeds offered to greet
the Police Officers to make them feel at home,
little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss.

Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head,
stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."

Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from,
rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting,
overflowing with love to share ... each tail wagging an American Flag.


~Author Unknown~

We Will Always Be Here



The Dove Of Peace!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints upon the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain and

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.



The World Trade Center Memorial



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