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XIVth Dalai Lama
A Letter from His Holiness, XIVth Dalai Lama
12 September, 2001.
Dear friends around the world;
The events of this day cause every thinking person to stop their daily lives, whatever is going on in them, and to ponder deeply the larger questions of life.
We search again for not only the meaning of life, but the purpose of our individual and collective experience as we have created it-and we look earnestly for ways in which we might recreate ourselves anew as a human species, so that we will never treat each other this way again.
The hour has come for us to demonstrate at the highest level our most extraordinary thought about Who We Really Are.
There are two possible responses to what has occurred today.
The first comes from love, the second from fear.
If we come from fear we may panic and do things-as individuals and as nations-that could only cause further damage. If we come from love we will find refuge and strength, even as we provide it to others.
This is the moment of your ministry. This is the time of teaching.
What you teach at this time, through your every word and action right now, will remain as indelible lessons in the hearts and minds of those whose lives you touch, both now, and for years to come.
We will set the course for tomorrow, today. At this hour. In this moment. Let us seek not to pinpoint blame, but to pinpoint cause.
Unless we take this time to look at the cause of our experience, we will never remove ourselves from the experiences it creates.
Instead, we will forever live in fear of retribution from those within the human family who feel aggrieved, and, likewise, seek retribution from them.
To us the reasons are clear. We have not learned the most basic human lessons. We have not remembered the most basic human truths.
We have not understood the most basic spiritual wisdom. In short, we have not been listening to God, and because we have not, we watch ourselves do ungodly things.
The message we hear from all sources of truth is clear: We are all one. That is a message the human race has largely ignored.
Forgetting this truth is the only cause of hatred and war, and the way to remember is simple:
Love, this and every moment.
If we could love even those who have attacked us, and seek to understand why they have done so, what then would be our response?
Yet if we meet negativity with negativity, rage with rage, attack with attack, what then will be the outcome?
These are the questions that are placed before the human race today. They are questions that we have failed to answer for thousands of years. Failure to answer them now could eliminate the need to answer them at all.
If we want the beauty of the world that we have co-created to be experienced by our children and our children's children, we will have to become spiritual activists right here, right now, and cause that to happen. We must choose to be at cause in the matter.
So, talk with God today. Ask God for help, for counsel and advice, for insight and for strength and for inner peace and for deep wisdom. Ask God on this day to show us how to show up in the world in a way that will cause the world itself to change. And join all those people around the world who are praying right now, adding your Light to the Light that dispells all fear.
That is the challenge that is placed before every thinking person today.
Today the human soul asks the question: What can I do to preserve the beauty and the wonder of our world and to eliminate the anger and hatred-and the disparity that inevitably causes it - in that part of the world which I touch?
Please seek to answer that question today, with all the magnificence that is You. What can you do TODAY...this very moment?
A central teaching in most spiritual traditions is: What you wish to experience, provide for another.
Look to see, now, what it is you wish to experience-in your own life, and in the world. Then see if there is another for whom you may be the source of that. If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another. If you wish to know that you are safe, cause another to know that they are safe.
If you wish to better understand seemingly incomprehensible things, help another to better understand. If you wish to heal your own sadness or anger, seek to heal the sadness or anger of another.
Those others are waiting for you now. They are looking to you for guidance, for help, for courage, for strength, for understanding, and for assurance at this hour. Most of all, they are looking to you for love.
My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.
XIVth Dalai Lama
A Different View From An Afgani/American Writer In Seattle, Tamim Ansary.
I've been hearing a lot of talk about "bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone Age." Ronn Owens, on KGO Talk Radio today, allowed that this would mean killing innocent people, people who had nothing to do with this atrocity, but "we're at war, we have to accept collateral damage. What else can we do?" Minutes later I heard some TV pundit discussing whether we "have the belly to do what must be done."
And I thought about the issues being raised especially hard because I am from Afghanistan, and even though I've lived here for 35 years I've never lost track of what's going on there. So I want to tell anyone who will listen how it all looks from where I'm standing.
I speak as one who hates the Taliban and Osama Bin Laden. There is no doubt in my mind that these people were responsible for the atrocity in New York.
I agree that something must be done about those monsters.
But the Taliban and Ben Laden are not Afghanistan. They're not even the government of Afghanistan. The Taliban are a cult of ignorant psychotics who took over Afghanistan in 1997. Bin Laden is a political criminal with a plan. When you think Taliban, think Nazis. When you think Bin Laden, think Hitler. And when you think "the people of Afghanistan" think "the Jews in the concentration camps." It's not only that the Afghan people had nothing to do with this atrocity. They were the first victims of the perpetrators.
They would exult if someone would come in there, take out the Taliban and clear out the rats nest of international thugs holed up in their country.
Some say, why don't the Afghans rise up and overthrow the Taliban? The answer is, they're starved, exhausted, hurt, incapacitated, suffering. A few years ago, the United Nations estimated that there are 500,000 disabled orphans in Afghanistan , a country with no economy, no food. There are millions of widows. And the Taliban has been burying these widows alive in mass graves. The soil is littered with land mines, the farms were all destroyed by the Soviets. These are a few of the reasons why the Afghan people have not overthrown the Taliban.
We come now to the question of bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone Age.
Trouble is, that's been done. The Soviets took care of it already. Make the Afghans suffer? They're already suffering. Level their houses? Done. Turn their schools into piles of rubble? Done. Eradicate their hospitals? Done.
Destroy their infrastructure? Cut them off from medicine and health care?
Too late. Someone already did all that.
New bombs would only stir the rubble of earlier bombs. Would they at least get the Taliban? Not likely. In today's Afghanistan, only the Taliban eat, only they have the means to move around. They'd slip away and hide. Maybe the bombs would get some of those disabled orphans, they don't move too fast, they don't even have wheelchairs. But flying over Kabul and dropping bombs wouldn't really be a strike against the criminals who did this horrific thing. Actually it would only be making common cause with the Taliban--by raping once again the people they've been raping all this time So what else is there? What can be done, then? Let me now speak with true fear and trembling. The only way to get Bin Laden is to go in there with ground troops. When people speak of "having the belly to do what needs to be done" they're thinking in terms of having the belly to kill as many as needed. Having the belly to overcome any moral qualms about killing innocent people. Let's pull our heads out of the sand. What's actually on the table is Americans dying. And not just because some Americans would die fighting their way through Afghanistan to Bin Laden's hideout. It's much bigger than that folks. Because to get any troops to Afghanistan, we'd have to go through Pakistan. Would they let us? Not likely. The conquest of Pakistan would have to be first. Will other Muslim nations just stand by? You see where I'm going. We're flirting with a world war between Islam and the West.
And guess what: that's Bin Laden's program. That's exactly what he wants.
That's why he did this. Read his speeches and statements. It's all right there. He really believes Islam would beat the west. It might seem ridiculous, but he figures if he can polarize the world into Islam and the West, he's got a billion soldiers. If the west wreaks a holocaust in those lands, that's a billion people with nothing left to lose, that's even better from Bin Laden's point of view. He's probably wrong, in the end the west would win, whatever that would mean, but the war would last for years and millions would die, not just theirs but ours. Who has the belly for that?
Bin Laden does. Anyone else?
A letter just posted on ABC News message board!
Very appropriate, and I could not have stated this any Better!
God knows how many innocent lives you took this morning, and how many more have yet to be found in the aftermath of your cowardice. And for what purpose? Why did so many Americans have to suffer? What did you hope to gain? Did you expect to horrify us? You succeeded. I seriously doubt, however, that you can begin to understand the consequences of your actions.
Like so many of your ilk, you have created an edifice to chaos in the expectation that it will destabilize our national community. And I know, from the outside, that we appear ripe for fission. We carry with us a national laundry list of turmoil. Race and gender relations, our economic class separation, urban unrest, our educational system, our bureaucracy, even our national moral dilemmas -- all of these issues have plagued us for decades.
And yet, despite all of our problems, we remain the most free and open society on Earth. I don't think you see us as we are; indeed, we are simply the greatest country in the world, and you have forced us to prove it.
I want you to watch carefully the next few days and weeks -- this is not a nation of victims. Watch the hospitals, the schools, the blood drives.
Watch us care for our dead and injured citizens, and the families of those citizens. Watch us, and watch carefully, as we rebuild an even greater future on the rubble of our past. Can you create anything in your cowardice?
Or can you simply destroy that which has been built by better hands than yours? And what of our aforementioned national unrest?
You underestimate us again. For all our frailties, our heinous mistakes, we have always forgotten personal disputes and pulled together in times of severe crisis. We have weathered greater storms than these, and we will again. Do you think that Washington, Lincoln and Roosevelt were mere cultural and historical anomalies, born to lead?
No. They were simply Americans thrust into historic situations who acted according to conscience. We've got 250 million more:men, women, and children.
The day will come -- and soon -- that you will pray that you had never underestimated the inexorable resolve of the American people.
A newscaster here in my city described your actions as leading to "the darkest day in American history." Watch carefully, for you are about to see our finest hour.
Brad Denton U.S. Citizen
Hit the Buildings, Missed America . . . . An open letter to a terrorist:
Well, you hit the World Trade Center, but you missed America.
You hit the Pentagon, but you missed America.
You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies,
but like a poor marksman, you STILL missed America. Why?
Because of something you guys will never understand.
America isn't about a building or two, not about financial centers,
not about military centers, America isn't about a place, America isn't
even about a bunch of bodies. America is about an IDEA.
An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you
can figure out how to, live for the most part, like you envisioned living
and pursue Happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can
Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your
terrorist litany: "If you cannot see my point, then feel my pain."
This concept is alien to Americans. We live in a country where we don't
have to see your point. But you're free to have one.
We don't have to listen to your speech. But you're free to say one.
Don't know where you got the strange idea that everyone has to agree
with you. We don't agree with each other in this country, almost as a
matter of pride. We're a collection of guys that don't agree, called States.
We united our individual states to protect ourselves from tyranny in the
world. Another idea, we made up on the spot. You CAN make it up as
you go, when it's your country--If you're free enough.
Yeah, we're fat, sloppy, easygoing goofs most of the time.
That's an unfortunate image to project to the world, but it comes of
feeling free and easy about the world you live in. It's unfortunate too,
because people start to forget that when you attack Americans,
they tend to fight like a cornered badger. The first we knew of the
War of 1812, was when England burned Washington D.C. to the ground.
Didn't turn out like England thought it was going to, and it's not going
to turn out like you think, either. Sorry, but you're not the first bully on our
shores, just the most recent. No Marquis of Queensbury rules for Americans, either.
We were the FIRST and so far, only country in the world to use
nuclear weapons in anger. Horrific idea, nowadays? News for you bucko,
it was back then too, but we used it anyway. Only had two of them in the
whole world and we used 'em both. Grandpa Jones worked on the
Manhattan Project. Told me once, that right up until they threw the switch,
the physicists were still arguing over whether the Uranium alone would
fission, or whether it would start a fissioning chain reaction that would
eat everything. But they threw the switch anyway, because we had a
War to win. Does that tell you something about American Resolve?
So who just declared War on us? It would be nice to point to some
real estate, like the good old days.
Unfortunately, we're probably at war
with random camps, in far-flung places. Who think they're safe.
Just like the Barbary Pirates did. They were wrong. So are you.
Better start sleeping with one eye open. There's a spirit that tends to
take over people who come to this country, looking for opportunity,
looking for liberty, looking for freedom. Even if they misuse it.
The Marielistas that Castro emptied out of his prisons, were overjoyed
to find out how much freedom there was. First thing they did when they
hit our shores, was run out and buy guns. The ones that didn't end up
dead, ended up in prisons. It was a big problem then (especially in south Florida). We solved that problem. As for you, you're only the
newest problem, not the first.
You guys seem to be incapable of
understanding that we don't live in America, America lives in US!
American Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand of us,
or a few million of us, won't change it. Most of the time, it's a pretty
happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit. Until we're crossed in a cowardly manner,
then it becomes an entirely different kind of Spirit.
Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.
Sleep tight, if you can. We're coming.
Ms.Joey FL. USA.
My Dear beloved people,
I just returned I hr ago from the Chapel in the Center of New Bedford,Mass. I am in a state of the Spirit of the one Deus for all humanity. While with much appreciation with the many saying's from the Bible;I think we miss the mark when we think that only the Christian Bible is the only word from Deus.
In my prayer's this morning;I said them in several languages. English, Hebrew, Arabic, Portuguese and in some of the Buddhist Sutras, to name a few.
There is only one Creator for all humanity.
I think --- A,B,C.D,E. >(Allah, Buddha, Christo, Deus, Elohim) all one and the same..
Hallow be thy name. (HALLOW) To make Holy;To Honor;to venerate.
We think that the Book of Romans chapter 12 speaks to the needs of all humanity. We who are many, form one body,and each member belongs to all others. We have different gifts,according to the grace given us. We know that true love must be sincere.Hate what is evil;cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in Brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.
We can find similar saying's in all the other Holy Books if we look deeply for them. In the Torah or Qur'an or Sutras of the Buddha. All have been disobedient at one time or another;no not one is righteous, all have fallen short of the glory of the One True God.
For one example. Out of The Holy Qur'an Sura v verse 72;" Those who believe (in the Qur'an) Those who follow the Jewish (scriptures), And the Sabians and the Christians,-Any who believe in God And the Last Day, And work righteousness,-On them shall be no fear, Nor shall they grieve.
What that means my dear children is this. ( As God's message is one,Islam recognises true faith in other forms,provided that it be sincere,supported by reason,and backed up by righteous conduct.)
Also in Sura lll verse 55. " Behold ! God said: " Oh Jesus ! I will take thee And raise thee to Myself And clear thee of the falsehoods of those who blaspheme; I will make those Who follow thee superior To those who reject faith,To the Day of Resurrection: Then shall ye all Return unto me, And I will judge Between you of matters Wherein ye dispute."
Also. Sura XLIX verse 13. " O mankind !We created you from a single (pair) of
male and female, and made you into Nations and Tribes, that Ye may know each other (Not that ye may despise (Each other). Verily The most honoured of you In the sight of God Is (he who is) the most Righteous of you. And God has full knowledge and is well acquainted (With all things).
Therfore,I urge you brothers and sisters all of my children,in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God-this is your spiritual act of worship. Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then we will be able to test and approve what God's will is-his good and pleasing and perfect will for all of us.
For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought,but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the full measure of faith God Almighty has given..
Our Unity depends in the knowledge of all that Deus has given to all humankind. Dialectic-Eclectic-Universal- Science (D.E.U.S.) Salvation.
With all my love to all humanity.
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A Surviors Vivid Details.
My name is Adam Mayblum. I am alive today. I am committing this to
so I never forget. SO WE NEVER FORGET. I am sure that this is one of
thousands of stories that will emerge over the next several days and weeks.
I arrived as usual a little before 8am. My office was on the 87th floor of the
World Trade Center, A.K.A.: Tower 1, A.K.A.: the North Tower. Most of my
associates were in by 8:30am. We were standing around, joking around,
eating breakfast, checking emails, and getting set for the day when the
first plane hit just a few stories above us. I must stress that we did
not know that it was a plane. The building lurched violently and shook as if it were an
earthquake. People screamed. I watched out my window as the building
seemed to move 10 to 20 feet in each direction. It rumbled and shook
long enough for me to get my wits about myself and grab a co-worker and
seek shelter under a doorway. Light fixtures and parts of the ceiling
The kitchen was destroyed. We were certain that it was a bomb.
We looked out the windows. Reams of paper were flying everywhere, like a
ticker tape parade. I looked down at the street. I could see people in Battery
Park City looking up. Smoke started billowing in through the holes in the ceiling. I
believe that there were 13 of us.
We did not panic. I can only assume that we thought that the worst was
over. The building was standing and we were shaken but alive. We checked
the halls. The smoke was thick and white and did not smell like I
imagined smoke should smell. Not like your BBQ or your fireplace or even
The phones were working. My wife had taken our 9 month old for his check
called my nanny at home and told her to page my wife, tell her that a
off, I was ok, and on my way out. I grabbed my laptop. Took off my tee
shirt and ripped it into 3 pieces. Soaked it in water. Gave 2 pieces to
my friends. Tied my piece around my face to act as an air filter. And we
all started moving to the staircase.
One of my dearest
friends said that he was staying until the police or firemen
came to get help.
In the halls there were tiny fires and sparks. The ceiling had collapsed
men's bathroom. It was gone along with anyone who may have been in
did not go in to look. We missed the staircase on the first run and had
to double back. Once in the staircase we picked up fire extinguishers
just incase. On the 85th floor a brave associate of mine and I headed
back up to
our office to drag out my partner who stayed behind. There was no air,
just white smoke. We made the rounds through the office calling his
name. No response. He must have succumbed to the smoke. We left defeated
in our efforts and made our way back to the stairwell.
We proceeded to the 78th floor where we had to change over to a
different stairwell. 78 is the main junction to switch to the upper
see more people. There were some 50 to 60 more. Not enough.
Wires and fires all over the place. Smoke too. A brave man was fighting
with the emergency hose. I stopped with two friends to make sure that
everyone from our office was accounted for. We ushered them and confused
people into the stairwell.
In retrospect, I recall seeing Harry, my head trader, doing the same
several yards behind me. I am only 35. I have known him for over 14
years. I headed into the stairwell with 2 friends. We were moving down
very orderly in Stair Case A. very slowly. No
panic. At least not overt panic. My legs could not stop shaking. My
pounding. Some nervous jokes and laughter. I made a crack about ruining
a brand new pair of Merrells. Even still, they were right, my feet felt
great. We all laughed. We checked our cell phones. Surprisingly, there
was a very good
signal, but the Sprint network was jammed. I heard that the Blackberry 2
email devices worked perfectly.
On the phones, 1 out of 20 dial attempts got through. I knew I could not
my wife so I called my parents. I told them what happened and that we
were all okay and on
the way down. Soon, my sister in law reached me. I told her we were fine
moving down. I believe that was about the 65th floor. We were bored and
nervous. I called my friend Angel in San Francisco. I knew he would be
watching. He was amazed I was on the phone. He told me to get out that,
there was another plane on its way. I did not know what he was talking
By now the second plane had struck Tower 2. We were so deep into the
middle of our building that we did not hear or feel anything. We had no
idea what was
really going on. We kept making way for wounded to go down ahead of us.
Not many of them, just a few. No one seemed seriously wounded. Just some
cuts and scrapes .
Everyone cooperated. Everyone was a hero yesterday. No questions asked.
co-workers in another office on the 77th floor. I tried dozens of times
them on their cell phones or office lines. It was futile. Later I found
they were alive. One of
the many miracles on a day of tragedy.
On the 53rd floor we came across a very heavyset man sitting on the
stairs. I asked if he needed help or was he just resting. He needed
help. I knew I would
have trouble carrying him because I have a very bad back. But my friend
offered anyway. We told him he could lean on us. He hesitated, I don't
know why. I said do you want to come or do you want us to send help for
chose for help. I told him he was on the 53rd floor in Stairwell A and
that's what I would tell the rescue workers. He said okay and we left.
On the 44th floor my phone rang again. It was my parents. They were
hysterical. I said relax, I'm fine. My father said get out, there is
third plane coming. I still did not understand. I was kind of angry.
What did my parents think? Like I needed some other reason to get going?
I couldn't move the thousand people in front of me any faster. I know
they love me, but no one
inside understood what the situation really was. My parents did.
Starting around this floor the firemen, policemen, WTC K-9 units without
dogs, anyone with a badge, started coming up as we were heading down. I
stopped a lot of them and told them about the man on 53 and my friend on
87. I later felt terrible about this. They headed up to find those
people and met death instead.
On the 33rd floor I spoke with a man who somehow new most of the
said 2 small planes hit the building. Now we all started talking about
which terrorist group it was. Was it an internal organization or an
external one? The overwhelming but uninformed opinion was Islamic
now knew that it was not a bomb and there were potentially more planes
coming. We understood.
On the 3r floor the lights went out and we heard & felt this rumbling
coming towards us from above. I thought the staircase was collapsing
upon itself. It
was 10am now and that was Tower 2 collapsing next door. We did not know
Someone had a flashlight. We passed it forward and left the stairwell
and headed down a dark and cramped corridor to an exit.
We could not see at all. I recommended that everyone place a hand on the
of the person in front of them and call out if they hit an obstacle so
others would know to avoid it. They did. It worked perfectly. We reached
another stairwell and saw a female officer emerge soaking wet and
covered in soot. She said we could not go that way it was blocked. Go up
to 4 and use the other exit. Just as we started up she said it was ok to
go down instead. There was
water everywhere. I called out for hands on shoulders again and she said
that was a great idea. She stayed behind instructing
people to do that. I do not know what happened to her.
emerged into an
enormous room. It was light but filled with smoke.
I commented to a friend that it must be under construction. Then we
realized where we were. It was the second floor. The one that overlooks
the lobby. We
were ushered out into the courtyard, the one where the fountain used to
be. My first thought was of a TV movie I saw once about nuclear winter
and fallout. I
could not understand where all of the debris came from.
There was at least five inches of this gray pasty dusty drywall soot on
ground as well as a thickness of it in the air. Twisted steel and wires.
I heard there were bodies and body parts as well, but I did not look. It
enough. We hid under the remaining overhangs and moved out to the
were told to keep walking towards Houston Street.
The odd thing is that there were very few rescue workers around. Less
than five. They all must have been trapped under the debris when Tower 2
did not know that and could not understand where all of that debris came
It was just my friend Kern and I now. We were hugging but sad. We felt
certain that most of our friends ahead of us died and we knew no one
We came upon a post office several blocks away. We stopped and looked
building, exactly where our office is (was), was engulfed in flame and
smoke. A postal worker said that Tower 2 had fallen down. I looked again
and sure enough it was gone.
My heart was racing. We kept trying to call our families. I could not
touch with my wife. Finally I got through to my parents. Relieved is not
the word to explain their feelings. They got through to my wife, thank
God and let her know I was alive. We sat down.
A girl on a bike offered us some water. Just as she took the cap
off her bottle we heard a rumble. We looked up and our building, Tower 1
collapsed. I did not
note the time but I am told it was 10:30am. We had been out less than 15
We were mourning our lost friends, particularly the one who stayed in
the office as we were now sure that he had perished. We started walking
towards Union Square. I was going to Beth Israel Medical Center to be
looked at. We
stopped to hear the President speaking on the radio.
My phone rang. It was my wife. I think I fell to my knees crying when I
heard her voice. Then she told me the most incredible thing. My partner
who had stayed behind called her. He was alive and well. I guess we just
lost him in
the commotion. We started jumping and hugging and shouting. I told my
wife that my brother had arranged for a hotel in midtown. He can be very
resourceful in that way. I told her I would call her from there.
I managed to get a gypsy cab to take us home to Westchester instead.
I cried on my son and held my wife until I fell asleep.
As it turns out
partner, the one who I thought had stayed behind was behind us with
Harry Ramos, our head trader.
This is now second hand information. They came upon Victor, the heavyset
on the 53rd floor. They helped him. He could barely move. My partner
the elevator on the 52nd floor. He rode it down to the sky
lobby on 44. The
doors opened, it was fine. He rode it back up and got Harry and Victor.
I don't yet know if anyone else joined them. Once on 44 they made their
way back into the stairwell.
Someplace around the 39th to 36th floors they felt the same rumble I
the 3rd floor. It was 10am and Tower 2 was coming down. They had about
30 minutes to get out. Victor said he could no longer move. They offered
him lean on them. He said he couldn't do it. My partner hollered at him
on his butt and scooch down the steps. He said he was not capable of
doing it. Harry told my partner to go ahead of them. Harry had once had
a heart attack and was worried about this mans heart. It was his nature
to be this way. He was/is one of the kindest people I know. He would not
leave a man behind. My partner went ahead and made it out. He said he
was out maybe 10
minutes before the building came down. This means that Harry had maybe
25 minutes to move Victor 36 floors. I guess they moved 1 floor every
1.5 minutes. Just a guess. This means Harry wad around the 20th floor
when the building collapsed. As of now 12 of 13 people are accounted
for. As of 6pm yesterday his wife had not heard
from him. I fear that Harry is lost. However, a short while ago I heard
that he may be alive. Apparently there is a web site with survivor names
on it and
his name appears there. Unfortunately, Ramos is not an uncommon name in
Pray for him and all those like him.
With regards to the firemen heading upstairs, I realize that they were
going up anyway. But, it hurts to know that I may have made them move
quicker to find
my friend. Rationally, I know this is not true and that I am not the
responsible one. The responsible ones are in hiding somewhere on this
planet and damn them for making me feel like this.
But they should know
that they failed in terrorizing us. We were calm. Those men and women
that went up were heroes in the face of it all. They must have known
was going on and they did their jobs. Ordinary people were
Today the images that people around the world equate with power and
democracy are gone but "America" is not an image it is a concept. That
concept is only strengthened by our pulling together as a team. If you
want to kill us, leave us alone because we will do it by ourselves. If
you want to make us stronger, attack and we unite. This is the ultimate
failure of terrorism against The United States and the ultimate price we
be free, to decide where we want to work, what we want to eat, and when
& where we want to go on vacation.
The very moment the first plane was hijacked, democracy won.
===== VENI, VIDI, VELCRO
I came, I saw, I stuck around