I uploaded this video four years
ago in support of Project 2996. Remembering 9/11 is gut-wrenching. My heart is filled with sorrow. The tears flow seemingly without end. The memories are just as vivid today as they
were thirteen years ago.
Every day that I pulled into the
parking lot at work, before I turned off the ignition to my car, I would replay
in my mind the searing images of the people clinging to the broken windows of
the World Trade Center and the doomed souls who chose to leap to their death
rather than burn up in the inferno that raged all around them. They chose to leap into The Father’s arms. Those
images were a reminder of why I was in that parking lot.
I am retired now. No longer am I with the U.S. Department of
Homeland Security. I will weep today as
I have every year since that ungodly day when the sky was crystal clear blue
and the Earth became soaked with tears.
The names of those who perished that day became a poem and the names became a chant and the names became a prayer.
The names of those who perished that day became a poem and the names became a chant and the names became a prayer.
I will never forget.
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