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.
 

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.

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