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September 11 (a.k.a. 911)
It’s hard to imagine that a year ago today, America was turned upside down. Our comfort zones were shattered and our feelings of security, freedom, and confidence left quicker than most of us would ever care to admit.
We experienced so many different emotions but the thing that got me to sit up in my chair was how quickly we as a country came together. People started seeing each other as real human beings and actually started to care how they acted toward one another.
Many of us wanted to help but couldn’t do more than stay home and pray. Others realized how short their lives might really be and started figure out ways to follow childhood dreams.
Where as 9-11 is something I hope we’ll always remember, I hope even more than we see the changes in our lives. Hopefully for the better - though for many it may take some time.
My heart goes out to the people that were directly impacted in this tragedy and my respect to those that worked so hard to help those.
posted on September 11, 2002 | 7:09 PM EST
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Maybe I’m callous, maybe I’m a monster, but I honestly don’t care about 9/11. If anything, I’m angry about it not because it happened, not because of the effect it had on peoples lives, but what it has become in america. It’s become another bastardized event which has been used to boost sales of total crap - some of which is a total abomination. —- http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=911eagle.1589116 http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=911eagle.1777476 What better way to commemorate such a tragedy by taking all learning out of it and turning it into something horrible. The media has ruined this, and most importantly, the crappy merchdandise pushers have ruined this. I’m pretty sure this didn’t happen around Pearl Harbor time, when we got blasted, and then destroyed parts of Japan. How callous would it have been to make underwear with a mushroom cloud on it? On the one hand, you have tragedy. On the other, you have people blaming America for it (yet they don’t leave). On the other hand, you have people turning something like this into a frenzy of “We’ll kick your ***” merchandise, now one half off! It makes me sick. I have a hard time relating to the pain of others. I have, in many ways, numbed myself to my own pain as well as others. However, this makes me try not to connect, and understand. This makes me push away.
Sometimes we have to just ‘stand still.’ We have to wait til the winds of ineffectualness stop blowing ~ then look ~ look to see what is still standing ~ what stood the test ~ what remains real, what counts. When it begins to focus, Adam, we can begin to connect again, little by little, for that is what makes us alive. A connection…and although one protective outthrust hand may stay put for awhile, we begin to feel less and less like pushing away, and a deeper understanding settles in. You’re not alone Adam. Stand strong. Stand still awhile. When you’re ready, look again.
Adam Says:
Maybe I’m callous, maybe I’m a monster, but I honestly don’t care about 9/11. If anything, I’m angry about it not because it happened, not because of the effect it had on peoples lives, but what it has become in america. It’s become another bastardized event which has been used to boost sales of total crap - some of which is a total abomination. —- http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=911eagle.1589116 http://www.cafeshops.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=911eagle.1777476 What better way to commemorate such a tragedy by taking all learning out of it and turning it into something horrible. The media has ruined this, and most importantly, the crappy merchdandise pushers have ruined this. I’m pretty sure this didn’t happen around Pearl Harbor time, when we got blasted, and then destroyed parts of Japan. How callous would it have been to make underwear with a mushroom cloud on it? On the one hand, you have tragedy. On the other, you have people blaming America for it (yet they don’t leave). On the other hand, you have people turning something like this into a frenzy of “We’ll kick your ***” merchandise, now one half off! It makes me sick. I have a hard time relating to the pain of others. I have, in many ways, numbed myself to my own pain as well as others. However, this makes me try not to connect, and understand. This makes me push away.