The Gift I Can Give
  
 This is memory of all who died on the tragic attack this September 11, 2001. And the families
 and friends they left behind. Also a special dedication to my Aunt. She was just unlucky enough
 to be one of those people left behind after the plane crashed in the Pentagon. She knew several
 people on that plane. This is for her… and the people on the plane. Hopefully this will help us
 move on. One step at a time.
  
 My heart bleeds. My mouth is dry. My legs collapse.
 My body goes numb. The tower has been hit. It wasn’t
 real. I couldn’t be.
 The plane hits the tower with a earth splitting scream
 and my heart falls. The world trembles as if everyone
 could feel the damage that had been done. Eyes
 water. Panic. Fear. Shock…More then anything it is
 the mere shock.
 It looked like something out of a movie. You just
 couldn’t believe that the tower was hit. Press your
 hands against the screen but it still looks the same.
 Not real.
 There is no possible way to describe the burning it
 puts in your heart to watch it happen.  Live or not the
 picture is still the same. Still haunting…and just
 when we thought that it couldn’t get worse…they hit
 us again…and then one last time…
 I can ramble on and on about the feelings that each
 could feel but…everyone has felt it already. I write
 this not out of anger but sorrow and pity for the
 people caught in the full force of this attack. Tears
 streak down not just one cheek but all of our cheeks.
 We pray for the souls that were lost. But we can not
 count the dead…it’s not about death…it can’t
 be…We must focus on the life.
 We can’t just blame people. It’s not right. We
 shouldn’t feel angry…that’s what they want…and we
 can’t give them what they want. We just can’t.
 I know secretly everyone hopes it is someone else
 husband, wife, son, daughter…etc. But if it
 isn’t…what do you do? We must not only feel sorry
 for the deaths…but what about the lives. Those
 millions of people left behind. Who should we be
 praying for? Not just the souls that were lost but the
 ones that were left behind.
 It is true. People all over are in mourning. Most are
 people like me. They get this terrible burn in you
 heart. There is no possible way to explain the pain.
 Helpless? Scared? Unsure?  Do not be afraid to let it
 out, to help. The gift you can give is just as important
 as mine or anyone else’s. I would give blood but I am
 not so good about needles. So to me…this helps me get
 past grief. People should make a wall. Put up your
 feelings. Put up your thoughts. 
 We can get past this. Together. Pick up people off the
 ground. They will do much better standing then
 laying there. They will be happier too. Help. Care.
 Have a heart.
 I am not writing this for all the dead. I am not writing
 this for the people that made it out. I am not writing
 this for the ones to blame for this…I am writing this
 for all of them. For the world. So they know the pain.
 Cause in one way or another, that was our brothers
 and sister’s up there…that was our family… We can’t
 help but hate…but we can’t let it consume us. 
 Some of you laugh…stop. It is not funny. You
 wouldn’t be laughing if it were your family slowly
 burning to death or jumping out of windows. And
 those people who said that had America had it
 coming…well I could say the same to all those other
 stupid countries out there. America is the land of the
 free…and it will continue to be that. As long as we
 keep our grip on our brothers and sisters’ hands, they
 can not take it from us.
 Hug your family. Love them. They are the best
 treasures you can ever have…They need you. You
 need them.
 This gift I give may be small…but it is a gift…and it’s
 the gift that I can give… 
                                        
                          To be continued…
                              Please r + r…

        Some of the weight has lifted off my shoulders… Thank you for hearing me…


by PurePsychicEspeon -- taz-n-beast@erols.com