
A word from the editor's desk:
This edition is dedicated to the memory of the
many heroes lost in the September 11th, 2001 attacks on the US.
Not only is the first anniversary of that terrible day a time of
sobering reflection, but also a time to reach out to each other - across
the globe - even more to continue the process of healing and growth.
The stories, poems, and thoughts you're about
to read were not crafted by professional wordsmiths - they are your
thoughts. That is, they were written by members of this community
and express personal views and experiences that may be similar to your
own.
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What
We Stand For
Contributed
by: FREESAY1
We are called the United States of
America -
a diverse group of people who love freedom. Our rights as
individuals are very important, yet we know survival depends on our
unity.
Many nations admire what we
represent.
Others seem to be jealous of our success.
Some actually hate and criticize our ways,
even to the point of attacking our people.
Confronting such scrutiny and
opposition
may not be always easy to handle or tolerate. As a country, we
need to continually remember the ideals and principles that make us
strong.
Our society contains flaws and
imperfections, as our adversaries like to expound to the world.
Even though our efforts sometimes fall short, no civilization compares
to what we embody.
This country stands for a
progressive standard that leads the future development of this
planet. Only a society that encourages the rights of all
produces a benevolent spirit that unites its people.
Goddess of Cocoa (ROSALIECT)
writes:
What I was thinking that day?
I was thinking that I wanted to be home with
my family. I called home to make sure my niece was okay because they'd
locked down all the schools, or said they did. As soon as they
let us out of work, I went right to my granddaughter's daycare and
picked her up.
I was afraid, but I was angry. When it became
known that it was terrorists I was petrified, but then angry that they
were making me feel that way. I knew that that was the whole point.
They wanted to scare us into staying in our houses--don't go out,
don't go on vacation, don't do anything.
One of my first thoughts was canceling our
trip to England at Christmas. When I called my girlfriend she said
she'd be damned if she'd let terrorists make her to afraid to live.
And I realized she was right. I did have a few minor heart attacks
when the ban on aircrafts was still on and I heard fighter jets flying
over our house. I knew that's what it had to be because it sure didn't
sound anything at all like normal aircraft.
I also felt that this was a wake up call for
America. We always thought we were immune to these things. Kind of
felt superior. Now we know we're not.
BubbaBuddha (KRYSTO4)
writes:
I had just been re-hired at the TV station I
work at on Sept 10th. I was working the morning shift - from 1am
to about 7am. The morning of the 11th was uneventful - just another
early morning show. I got home and tried to get to sleep. It had
been a couple of years since I had worked that shift, and my body
clock wasn't used to the odd hours yet. As I lay there trying to
sleep, I had a kind of fugue - not quite a dream, because I was aware
that I was awake, but with all the qualities of a dream.
I was a photographer in this
"vision." I was shooting a 'stand-up' for one of the
reporters when all of a sudden a Boeing 747 came from nowhere and
slammed into the tallest building in my city (Charlotte - Bank of
America has its headquarters here - that's the building the plane hit
in my 'dream'.) The time was about 8:45 am. There were no televisions
or radios going in my apartment, no way for me to know...
About ten minutes later, I got up. I
remembered that I had a partial refill on an Ambien prescription, so I
figured I'd get it filled and it would help me sleep. I turned on NPR
to hear: "An airplane has hit the World Trade
Center..."
The chill I got is indescribable. I was
paralyzed for a moment. I continued to listen to the radio for a while
then realized that this was HUGE. I was wide awake, so I went
back to the station to see if I could be of help (it IS the news
department after all!). I will never forget hearing Bob Edwards'
voice as he said "Ladies and gentlemen, one of the towers
has...collapsed..." I saw the second tower as it
fell. The only emotion was shock and disbelief - and considering
the 'dream' I just had.
At some level - who can say why - we who are
experiencing this temporal paradigm, the one in which the twin
towers were attacked and collapsed, have chosen to be here. I
feel that during that 'dream' I was given a certain amount of
control. (Remember, I wasn't entirely asleep.) perhaps I
could have chosen a different set of circumstances to experience,
which wouldn't have stopped the atrocity from happening but, for some
unconscious choice, I might now be in a world in which none of this
'happened'. I think that's why so many people say
"The world is different since 9/11."
In many ways, it IS a different world - one
which we have agreed to share this amazing experience. There is still
the potential for much good to come from this awful attack. It
is my hope that we, as Americans, do not allow our sorrow to turn ever
toward revenge or xenophobia. Even though our national psyche has been
deeply wounded, we will heal. And, though wise security
procedures are called for, unreasoning fear need not hold the day. We
are ONE people, on this planet, under God, indivisible, and it's up to
us to be sure there is liberty and justice for ALL...
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