My
personal promise: Then and now!

I will remember
those who cared
regardless of their
personal cost
I will remember
each life spared
and be sad for each
that was lost
I will be remember
the volunteers
for doing all that
they could do
I will remember
all of the tears
the pain that
they went through
I will remember
those on duty
who were there for
every victim
I will remember
how unselfishly
some gave
their lives for them
I will remember
our country in fear
of an invisible
terror without a face
I will remember
the men and women
so many now gone
without a trace
I will remember
as all of us should
that we'll get through
this together
I will remember
how as one we stood
and united we shall
remain forever

Author:
Sharon Schafer
September
12, 2001
©
Copyright 2001-2010
I woke up like many
Americans did that day expecting nothing spectacular. I showered and
got
ready to face the day. I turned on the television just in time to see
an
airplane run into a building. I sucked in my breath and tears
came
to my eyes. My thoughts - "Those poor people...how sad for them to
know they were going
to crash".
I then read the headlines
and began to listen to what the news broadcaster was saying. Like
every other American, I was horror struck and shocked to know that
something
like this could happen in our safe haven, the United States Of America.
I went about my day
stopping every now and then to see what the latest news was about the
incident.The
news kept showing the damage and all I kept thinking was: "This
looks
like some kind of nuclear holocaust movie".
As the hours passed,
we heard of survivors calling from inside the collapsed buildings using
their cell phones to tell rescuers where they were and of victims
that
had called loved ones from cell phones on the planes that were
hijacked.
Some of this turned out to be true and some of it was found to be
false.
Each person that was rescued brought a smile to my face only to be
replaced
by tears when reminded of the many many innocent deceased victims.
I was saddened and
my heart sank at the site of little children as well as adults iIn East
Jerusalem who were joyously celebrating this horrendous crime against
the
people of America by dancing in the street and smiling Immediately I
asked
myself "How does God expect me to forgive this" I am struggling
to find an answer as I know it's what He expects of me. I just hope He
is patient.
I decided to make
a page to pay tribute to those that were victims of this horrible
incident.
This includes the deceased,their families and each of us in the
United
States Of America.
On these pages will
be my tribute along with some contributions from other people to the
victims,
their families, friends and loved ones. My prayers are going out to
each
and every citizen of every country in hopes that no one would have to
suffer
this kind or any other form of violence and hatred ever again.
I pray
for relief
from the pain and suffering that is taking place over the Twin
Towers, Pentagon
and the plane crash tragedies and across our country . I pray
for
understanding and that this time in our lives will pass quickly
allowing
us to grow stronger and begin to rebuild lives without fear. This is
the
single most devastating
event that has taken place in my life time and in the lives of many.
Getchmis Olsun
(May
it pass quickly)

Looking at this
in a positive light...
A very dear friend
recently questioned my faith in God right after the terrorist attack on
America. Her question was simply put, "Where is your God today?"
She was very hurt,
as all Americans were, so I tried not to react defensively. Since that
moment I have prayed and grieved over the disastrous events.
However,
I believe I have found comfort in knowing where my God was the morning
of September 11, 2001. He was indeed very busy.
First of all, he
was trying to discourage people from taking the highjacked flights.
Those
four planes had the capacity to carry over 1000 passengers, yet there
were
only 266 aboard.
God was on four commercial
flights giving terrified passengers the ability to stay calm. Not one
of
the family members who was called by a loved one on one of the
highjacked
planes said that passengers were screaming in the background. On one of
the flights he was giving strength to passengers to try to overtake the
highjackers.
He was busy trying
to create obstacles for employees trying to reach the World Trade
Center
on Tuesday morning. On any given day, the buildings could hold
50,000
workers. It was a miracle in itself that 30,000 fewer were in the
building
that terrible day. How many of the people who were employed at the WTC
told the media that they were delayed from reaching work on Tuesday
because
of traffic delays or various other reasons.
God held up two 110
story buildings for over an hour so that 2/3 of the workers could get
out.
Although
this is
without a doubt the worst thing I have seen in my life, I can see God's
miracles in every bit of it. I can't imagine going through such a
difficult time and not believing in God. Life would be hopeless.
Author: Unknown

Hands

If I could tell the
world just one thing
It would be that
we’re all OK
And not to worry
‘cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times
like these
I won’t be made
useless
I won’t be idle
with despair
I will gather myself
around my faith
For light does the
darkness most fear
My
hands are small,
I know
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty
stole your
golden shoes
But it didn’t steal
your laughter
And heartache came
to visit me
But I knew it wasn’t
ever after
We’ll
fight, not
out of spite
For someone must
stand up for what’s right
'Cause where there’s
a man who has no voice
There ours shall
go singing
My
hands are small
I know
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
In the
end only kindness
matters
In the end only
kindness matters
I will
get down on
my knees, and I will pray
I will get down
on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down
on my knees, and I will pray
My
hands are small
I know
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My
hands are small
I know
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
But they’re not
yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are
God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands

Sung By:
Jewel

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