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I hear alot of talk about this lately so I was curious what you would do for 9/11 10th yr.?I will refrain from speaking my opinion about the State of the Union’s problems and raise the American flag in honor of those that have given their lives to help others so they may live.
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I’ve never been a giant patriot. Sure, I love my country, but I think we have a LOT of problems and I think they’re getting worse rather than getting better – and I don’t think pointing the finger at ANY one person or group will explain the problems. Not to mention my incredible aversion to the “US FLAG” boom in the months after 9/11 – on people’s cars, decals on truck windows, giant new flag poles in peoples yards – don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against patriotism! I just have an aversion to the fact that these things became popular AFTER tragedy struck (why did it take THAT to make people suddenly patriots?). ANYWAY, I won’t rant on that.
Neither though, am I a callous or cold hearted person. I cried when 9/11 happened, I cry when I read about it, I feel terrible that innocent people lost their lives, I try to imagine the terror they were feeling when it was happening and it breaks me. I won’t ever forget and our country will never forget what hapened.
I don’t, however, ever plan on turning 9/11 into a personal holiday or day of mourning. It’s just not in my personality to do things like that. I am angry enough at my country and my opinions about what happened that day that even setting aside time to do something special in the name of 9/11 would be too polarizing and anger inducing to deal with, and I don’t have time for that. I only have time now for focusing on the positive, and what I can do in the future.
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My dad died of cancer on Sept 11 , 1998 .
So every time I hear about 9/11 it just hurts .
Does everyone only care about that when some people might have been born on that day or married on that day . Or died on that day and has nothing to do with what happened in New York .
That date has been painful for me long before 2001 .
Sorry I just get tired of hearing about it .
What happened was horrible but just think of others too .I’m so sorry that date holds even more pain for you Sasha *hugs* 🙁
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Please visit My Webpage to see my art and PYO's that I've done in the past!I will probably take a few moments to think about what happen, and maybe a few moments of silence. Yes, our country has a lot or problems, and I don;t agree with a lot of what our leaders do. Yes, 9/11 was a personal day or tragedy/joy/birthday for many people before and after what happened at new york and DC. But it also doesn’t lessen the reality that it was the worst attack that ever occurred on US soil, short of Pearl Harbor (which was a terrorist attack, no matter how you word it). I was born in New York, and my father was a fire fighter in NYC (diasabled and thus out of duty when the attacks occured, but some his friends and coworkers responded that day.) I will NEVER forget how I felt that day, what I was doing, or seeing my father cry. It was a day that all America of our generation will remember, just as in the generation before us, they will remember where they were and what they were doing when Kennedy was killed, and the generation before that will always remember Pearl Harbor…and before that the Titanic. And so on. Major disasters, especially of the manmade variety are always polarizing, and in the country they tend to change many things in our society. 9/11 took a lot away from us that I don;t think should have been taken, especially a lot of personal freedom. But I don;t think it should change the fact that it is an important day in history for as long as we still have it.
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I’d suggest the Zeitgeist films as food for thought.
The first is here. They’re also on Youtube. The films discuss quite a few things outside 9/11 itself, hence the title. They challenge money, politics, and religion also, so…. fair warning.
That day I will never forget.
I was sitting in a personal waiting room while my mother was getting a biopsey of a growth on her liver. I sat watching the TV in the room as the horror unfolded. Doctors and nurses keep taking quick breaks to come into the room to watch what was happening. I saw when the first plane hit then the second. I watch doctors cry at the sight. It was a horrible day. 🙁
I cried about my mother and about the unknown people dying in that nightmare and cried for the people who were losing loved ones.
Thankfully ten years later my mother is still alive but I know how many lost their mothers that day. I will be thinking about all those people on 9/11.
That day was not just a tragety for the United States but for the world.I woke up to the radio saying that a plane had crashed into one of the towers and at first didn’t believe it and turning it on to the news just in time to see the second plane crash :(( My teacher at the time was from New York and was visibly rattled when we arrived for class but had been able to get in contact with her loved ones.
While it was terrible and traumatic for Americans (and Canadians) what I choose to remember is how the first responders didn’t stop to think. They all raced in to save peoples lives even though they knew it could and did cost them theirs. I think it really brought home how much danger first responders put themselves in daily for us. I also choose to remember the good it the face of the tragedy. Speaking as a Canadian, all the flights that were diverted into other airports and how everyone came together to make sure that the stranded had a place to stay, food etc. Our Airport was given a plaque yesterday for taking in 16 flights and everyone making sure that the stranded travelers had a place to stay. And there is the tale of a flight that was diverted to a small Newfoundland airport and with no hotels available the town stepped up and took stranded travelers into their homes until they were able to continue their journey.
Our Philharmonic Orchestra (I work at the concert hall) had an open invitation to all first responders in the city to attend the concerts free of charge this weekend.
I sm greatful for those of you who have expressed your thoughts on what could be a very touchy subject. I just wanted to add one little bit. Me boyohs (who were 5 at the time) and I took Roddy to the Salt Lake City airport, so he could attend a business meeting. The last thing the boys saw was daddy waving good bye. We stayed and watched ’til the plane was off then ground, went home and put them to bed since the had school the next morning. Me boyohs are very early risers. The second the sky begins to brighten the are AWAKE. So as I struggled out of bed to get breakfast going I heard terrible, heart wrenching screams and cries coming from Ethan and Sean. They had turned on the news as usual to find the weather report for the day and had seen both planes hit the towers and were watching the people who were falling or jumping out the windows of the burning buildings. When I finally got them calmed down enough to be coherent all they could say was “Where is papa? He got on that plane last night but we didn’t see him get off. Is he in one of those airplanes?” We talked about it some; not alot but what about the questions that they asked. I planned as normal a day as I could, got them ready for school and walked to class with them. I remember speaking to their teacher and telling her of the experience they had just witnessed and said that if they weren’t able to handle things that day please call and I’d come get them. The did fairly well and we were extremely greatful that as we got in the house the phone was ringing and it was Roddy calling to tell us that his group was fine and they trying to find a way to get home. Having said all this there is just one more thing I’d like to add. It’s a small poem that I learned during the Bicentennial…
Freedom has a price
and always it is high.
Sometimes a man must give all he can.
Sometimes a man must die,
and give away all his tomorrows
to those of a future day,
Who’ll never understand the sorrows
or the price that someone had to pay.twindragonsmum
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I have been watching many of the documentries that have been on the past few days. Today at 8:46 am we had a moment of silence at work (which is where I am now and was at that time) We even had to call ahead to Headquarters in Atlanta to get the music turned of for 3 minutes. We announced we were holding a 3 minute moment of silence in great detail… It was silent for about 15 seconds and some jerk was yelling for help in an aisle somewhere “Does ANYBODY work here!?” I was kind appauled… I am lucky enough to not have known anyone involved in the tragedy, but have some damn respect. I was happy his calls went unanswered at least until the moment of silence was over. Not even management would give him any attention until the moment was over. He just stood there huffing and puffing looking at his watch as if it was the most inconvenient moment of his life. The he asked some stupid question about a faucet connector and left. No emergency, just rude! *end of rant*
I have to say though, it has been the topic of conversation all day. I’ve had the “where were you when it happened?” conversation like 10 times today. The whole thing is very sad, but I am one of those skeptics who think our government was involved more then we care to admit… so… it’s a day of mixed feelings for me. I feel for the victims, and really don’t like how we reacted to the situation, so I also get dissappointed in human kind in general, not to mention anger for whoever it was who caused it.
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So much for kind hearts . At least one person had one .
Yeah this belonged under Whine . But it’s about this day and thinking of my dad too . Leaving Walmart another suv drove away with a laundry basket on top her hood . WTF ! I was surprised . I loved at my mom and said . ” Like dad use to say , Sunday drivers .”
My mom is ok , she skinned her elbow .
My dad loved Frankenstein with Boris Karloff . As I said above he died of lung cancer Sept 11 , 1998 . Thank God too for the Cancer Society .Crying . Just need to think of the good rather then the bad .
Okay – I didn’t expect this to hit me as hard as it did. There was a special broadcast with Tom Brokaw who narrated the context of the events of that day. It was produced in conjuction with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Orchcestra at Temple Square, and I admit that between the music and powerful images, the ordinary people whose live were literaly torn apart, to hear their stories as the told them to Mr. Brokaw; I literally bawled like a baby. I could remember what the house smelled like, how me boyohs were reacting, the fact that there were no airplanes above my home that was right in the pathway of landing jets and especially the phone call from my sweet husband telling me he was fine and hearing him reassuring our boyohs that he was safe and would be home just as fast as he could. My brother James was in Canada that day for business meetings and he was one of those who were sheltered by strangers and cared for until he could get a flight home. They never asked for payment of any kind, the took him in like family… Did that day touch me? It did. Did it change me? I think it did. I am so much more thankful for my blessings, my family, my friends, for the way our country came together on 9/12. I know we are a mostly american forum but those of you who live outside our borders have always been so kind to celebrate or grieve with us. I will be trying harder to repay that debt by celebrating or grieving with you. My thanks for your friendship.
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