Remembering 9/11. September 11, 2011Posted by ourfriendben in wit and wisdom.
Tags: 9/11, Prayer of St. Francis, September 11 2001
Here at Poor Richard’s Almanac, we just wanted to take a moment to honor the memory of everyone who died, everyone who was injured, everyone who was traumatized, and everyone who still lives with the scars of the 9/11 attacks. That would be pretty much all of us.
We would especially like to honor the heroes who rushed to the scene in New York and at the Pentagon, both that day and later, the heroic passengers of Flight 93 who gave their lives to save the lives of others, and the bereaved spouses, children, parents, and siblings of those who died that day. (Dog lovers that we are, we’d also like to take a moment to honor the courageous rescue dogs who risked their lives tirelessly searching for victims.)
I’m sure all of you remember where you were and what you were doing on that dreadful day. Our friend Ben was at work. My boss rushed in from the office next to mine and said “A plane just hit one of the Twin Towers!” Seeing my clueless expression, he added, “There are 10,000 people working there!!!” Oh my God. We all raced to the conference room and switched on the wall-sized TV just in time to see the second plane hit the other tower. At which point, of course, we realized that the first strike hadn’t been some terrible and tragic accident. The live footage is burned into my brain.
Seeing the tragedy unfold in real time isn’t the only reason 9/11 lives on in our hearts. Many of our friend Ben’s colleagues had relatives, even spouses, who worked in New York, a two-hour drive away. Their distress as they waited to hear the fate of their loved ones was dreadful to behold. Silence Dogood has dear friends who were living in New York at the time of the attacks. Our friend Ben’s beloved brother was working at the Pentagon at the time, and had almost been moved to an office in the direct path of the plane strike, which would have meant his certain death. And your three blog contributors, Silence, OFB, and Richard Saunders, all live in scenic Pennsylvania, so Flight 93 holds a special place in our hearts.
We pray that, on this tenth anniversary of that terrible day, we here in America, and everyone worldwide who joins us in commemorating the fallen, the suffering, the heroes, and the bereaved, are allowed to do so in peace. And that the Creator who blessed us with this beautiful world transforms the hearts of those who would vent their anger on the innocent here and abroad, and shows them a better way. In the words of Saint Francis:
“Lord, make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.”
Amen and amen. May all those who died that day be reborn to eternal life, and may their sacrifice live on eternally in us.