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Dragon
Monday was my birthday. The professor in my calculus 2 class
gave us a sheet to work on that said Sept.10, 2001. I thought that was neat
and figured I'd hold on to it for amusement's sake. I was up way past my
bedtime and had a good day.
Tuesday I woke up to my husband calling to tell me to turn
on the news. I flipped on the TV I think just shortly after the last plane
hit. I watched the towers and the pentagon burn, and i cried. I watched the
towers fall on live TV, and i cried. I heard about the plane crash in washington,
and i cried. I cried for the dead, the wounded, the families and friends,
the rescuers and volunteers. I cried because there was no way i could get
there from Kansas City, Missouri, to help.
Later I went to class and got another sheet from my professor,
dated Sept.11, 2001. I put the one from the other day next to this new one,
and marveled at how different one day can be from another. And, i cried.
Today, I stopped crying. As I lay in the sunlight streaming
through my window, smelling the fresh air and hearing life go on around me,
i decided I will no longer mourn. I will not mourn for the loss of these
innocents.
Instead, I will live. I will live strongly, I will love
fiercely, and I will fulfill my dreams and help those around me to do the
same. I will embrace the differences of others and I will rejoice in whatever
we can share. And i will do so, a thousand times over, ten thousand times
over, whatever it takes, for everyone that has been lost. It will be hard,
my willpower tested, my patience strained and my heart broken. But i will
live!
I beg all of you to help me. If you have a heart beating
in your chest, then you have the power of life and love that we all need
so badly. Help me; help us. Help us live for those who can't.
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