As the anniversary of 9/11 arrives. 18 years have passed…
Am I at a crossroads with this? Are you? Your families? Your neighbors? Your friends? Your ideological opponents?
I’ll start…. no, on second thought, hell no…
Each of you can reflect, answer for yourselves…. I hope we agree on this…
I bring myself to watch the documentaries, the special coverage shows every year, whenever it is aired. The reading of the names is deeply moving, deeply upsetting and profoundly sad. I weep each remembrance, every anniversary, I will tomorrow, and in the years I have ahead that I am gifted, blessed to rise on this solemn day. Nearly 60 now, I have days that many never get to see. 2,977 are among them
2,977 innocents were murdered as infidels, targets of a hateful twisted sect of Islam, to the joy of many who claim to be peaceful followers of their faith. There is no sugar coating it… Politically correct does not apply. To say this or to observe it for what it is, is not Islamophobia, bigotry, racism or and other”ism” you can create. It is the raw ugly truth, signed in innocent blood.
9/12 not so many years after, do we fail to honor the lives lost on this fateful day, those lost while serving us in war, our daily lives? We hate each other by party affiliation, by whom we vote for, align ourselves with, we are nasty and uncivil to strangers and to those that love us. We are actually capable of being far better than this. I can remember a time…
Are we so entrenched, reverted, emotional zealots that we forgo the ideal that we honor the fallen by living the American Dream and all that it stands for? That they can no longer pursue? That we take on the daily challenges, carry on as it is the greatest honor to others whom sacrifice for us, for us to live well and in service to each other?
I’ll answer for you… Yes, hell yeah!
For those of you that are polar opposite to my conservative thoughts, that we might not share a strong Irish Stout together, I dedicate the following from my Irish roots to your betterment in life and to the hope we return to the land of united bloody Americans (as the Brits would call us) I fondly remember:
Irish Blessing
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you;
May you see your children’s children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
I have not forgotten:
The memories, the feelings from that day have not faded, nor diminished. It was to be a perfect blue bird day in September.
The near perfect September day morphed, shattered for thousands of victims in mere seconds for many, some in agonizing, terror filled minutes, hours yet for others.
In the ripples of life, our greatest loss is to never know or benefit from what great deeds and accomplishments from all those lost.
That we came together as Americans.We were united as Americans. We still are Americans. Many have forgotten this very fact in recent times.
Those that perished on this fateful day of September 11th, 2001.
Those that gave all in order to save lives. Heroes that walk among us to this day.
Those who survived only to succumb to it days, months, and years later.
That we are all equal by way of our maker
This is republish each year as I find it so important to include:
Each anniversary of 9/11, my thoughts return to two fellow NWTF members Cynthia Giugliano & Walter Weaver that we lost that day. A memorial webpage can be found at http://www.turkey-talk.com/9_11_01_memorial.htm
As you toe up on the start line of your favorite road race or triathlon or enjoy another fall season hunting our nation’s forests, fishing the lakes and streams of our great land, I ask that each of you give thought to those that serve us. In your travels I ask that you take the time to thank those that serve us, and continue to support what they do for our country.
Along with counting your blessings, say a prayer for all innocent victims, and that you do something on your part to make the world just a little bit better for those around you. We can all benefit from a little emphasis on acts of kindness.
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