Looking at the video of all the families of loved ones lost walking into where the Towers once stood is powerful.
Looking at the video and pictures of what Ground Zero looks like today I couldn't help but think of when Jesus comes back and the dead come back.
I imagined 2976 souls walking out of the footprint of the World Trade Center, and how sad yet inspiring that would be. They walk out.
I'm sorry they couldn't but to me in a way, by doin that the terrorist lose again.
Looking at articles and pictures this week I see a lot of odd descriptions. "Our intrepid reporter found this story," or, "our intrepid photojournalist captured this picture." But looking at the faces captured in the photos of intrepid firefighters and police officers and Port Authority officers I beg to differ.
All the controversial aspects of 9/11, all the questions and conspiracies that could be discussed and that I discuss with my family makes me sad when I see a picture like this from a child that lost her dad in the tower:
or
And I don't need to see the photos of the attackers, plotters and named terrorists. Saying their names and showing their pictures just glorifys them, but its easier to show one photo and not 2976 photos and names.
We will never forget, how could we. Yes the buildings were hit, but they were hit because they were a symbol. You can't destroy a symbol. Because no matter what, people will always walk into that memorial just like the intrepid hero's that ran in.
What was taken was the owner of items like:
The towers are gone, they will never be there again.
But, in its place...we stand...illuminating like beams
After the attacks we felt hallow, like a skeleton, dead, numb. But one morning we woke up and the sun shown on our face, filling it in with a smile and we became whole again.
The man that wore this watch was the last man out of the South Tower. It was the first tower to fall, thus the second fell on top. The man wearing it...waking up in the hospital gave it to his wife. The time says 9:59 - the time of the collapse.
Looking at the video and pictures of what Ground Zero looks like today I couldn't help but think of when Jesus comes back and the dead come back.
I imagined 2976 souls walking out of the footprint of the World Trade Center, and how sad yet inspiring that would be. They walk out.
I'm sorry they couldn't but to me in a way, by doin that the terrorist lose again.
Looking at articles and pictures this week I see a lot of odd descriptions. "Our intrepid reporter found this story," or, "our intrepid photojournalist captured this picture." But looking at the faces captured in the photos of intrepid firefighters and police officers and Port Authority officers I beg to differ.
All the controversial aspects of 9/11, all the questions and conspiracies that could be discussed and that I discuss with my family makes me sad when I see a picture like this from a child that lost her dad in the tower:
or
And I don't need to see the photos of the attackers, plotters and named terrorists. Saying their names and showing their pictures just glorifys them, but its easier to show one photo and not 2976 photos and names.
We will never forget, how could we. Yes the buildings were hit, but they were hit because they were a symbol. You can't destroy a symbol. Because no matter what, people will always walk into that memorial just like the intrepid hero's that ran in.
What was taken was the owner of items like:
The towers are gone, they will never be there again.
But, in its place...we stand...illuminating like beams
After the attacks we felt hallow, like a skeleton, dead, numb. But one morning we woke up and the sun shown on our face, filling it in with a smile and we became whole again.
The man that wore this watch was the last man out of the South Tower. It was the first tower to fall, thus the second fell on top. The man wearing it...waking up in the hospital gave it to his wife. The time says 9:59 - the time of the collapse.
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