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constantly and sometimes involuntarily participating in the good and bad insanities of life.
lives in the 90's yet loves 21st century decadence.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
where were you when the world stopped turning,
that september day?
out in the yard with your wife and children
or working on some stage in LA?
did you stand there in shock at the sight of
that black smoke
rising against that blue sky?
did you shout out in anger
and fear for your neighbor
or did you just sit down and cry?
-alan jackson – where were you (when the world stopped turning)
a moment of silence, for the people who perished in the attacks on the world trade center on the 11th of september, 2001, and the brave men and women who gave their lives in the rescue efforts.
how many of us actually remember what we were doing on this day, seven years ago? many of us probably started that day, just like any other, a typical weekday. the smell of coffee in the morning, having a quick breakfast before rushing out the door, squeezing in with rush hour traffic, going about the daily grind as usual, preoccupied with our respective schedules for the day, things seemingly predictable and routine.
just who would have expected what was coming next? suicide attacks on aircraft seemed like something from a distant past, and even then, it was during a world war and they were using designated combat planes. the idea of hijacking civilian aircraft, to get close to one’s target, undetected like trojan horses, in peacetime, no less, probably never crossed most of our minds back then.
and thus, we were stunned, violently shaken, with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and fear, that a nation which seemed so indomitable at the time was brought to its knees in a relative instant. it was surreal, like something from a totally insane nightmare, and for what felt like a really long moment, it seemed like the world had come to a standstill.
the human spirit, however, is much stronger than we know. people from all ages and walks of life began to help out in each and every way they could, as much as they could, joining hands in what was probably one of the most amazing acts of solidarity. it didn’t matter what religion someone belonged to, or the color of someone’s skin, or how rich or poor anyone was. everyone became each other’s strength, tirelessly working to pull survivors from the rubble, treating the injured, donating blood, supporting the rescue workers, and so much more.
seven years on, we remember the day when the world stopped turning. and let us always choose to always pick ourselves up again, slowly and surely, no matter how hard we may fall.
how many of us actually remember what we were doing on this day, seven years ago? many of us probably started that day, just like any other, a typical weekday. the smell of coffee in the morning, having a quick breakfast before rushing out the door, squeezing in with rush hour traffic, going about the daily grind as usual, preoccupied with our respective schedules for the day, things seemingly predictable and routine.
just who would have expected what was coming next? suicide attacks on aircraft seemed like something from a distant past, and even then, it was during a world war and they were using designated combat planes. the idea of hijacking civilian aircraft, to get close to one’s target, undetected like trojan horses, in peacetime, no less, probably never crossed most of our minds back then.
and thus, we were stunned, violently shaken, with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and fear, that a nation which seemed so indomitable at the time was brought to its knees in a relative instant. it was surreal, like something from a totally insane nightmare, and for what felt like a really long moment, it seemed like the world had come to a standstill.
the human spirit, however, is much stronger than we know. people from all ages and walks of life began to help out in each and every way they could, as much as they could, joining hands in what was probably one of the most amazing acts of solidarity. it didn’t matter what religion someone belonged to, or the color of someone’s skin, or how rich or poor anyone was. everyone became each other’s strength, tirelessly working to pull survivors from the rubble, treating the injured, donating blood, supporting the rescue workers, and so much more.
seven years on, we remember the day when the world stopped turning. and let us always choose to always pick ourselves up again, slowly and surely, no matter how hard we may fall.
