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Never Forget...
Authored by: sonmicloud on Wednesday, October 28 2015 @ 02:01 PM EDT

Incredibly powerful. x

Never Forget...
Authored by: masodo on Thursday, October 29 2015 @ 04:46 PM EDT

Indeed it is Sonmi,

Since you opened the comment on this Sonmi, I will take the opportunity to share a little story...

On September 11, 2001 I was living near downtown Indianapolis and working in the heart of the city my commute was on the order of 10 minutes drive (such that riding my bike was not unheard of.)

Another factoid is that my coffee mug of choice was a rather generously proportioned earthenware creation endowed with silhouetted figures in a festive dance motif around its perimeter. This was a treasured part of my daily life and somehow had managed to stick around for at least a couple of years since it was bestowed upon me by my children.

On September 10, 2001 I had inadvertently left this cup setting on the bumper of my pick-up truck as I mindlessly drove to work. I was climbing out of the cab before I was struck with a sickening feeling as I realized what I had done. I slowly peered around to the back of the vehicle and was relieved beyond words that my three-fourths full vessel of goodness had made the journey without so much as a "floater" to spoil the beverage. I of course had to smile.

Turn the clock forward 23 hours 50 minutes (or thereabouts) and you will find me once again walking out to go to work; sack lunch in one hand java-dancers in the other. This morning, (at what will turn out to be the moment that first awful act of hatred had occurred) as I was opening the front gate to start my day, that mug of mine inexplicably took a tumble to the sidewalk and broke into a million pieces.

It would not be until I arrived at the lab and found everyone watching a small portable television (that someone saw fit to set in the middle of the huge order fulfillment table in the largest room in the place) that I would learn just how bad this day really was. The little video displayed in this post mimics my first views of the atrocity. The small image was larger than life and held me transfixed even until the second salvo was delivered and so many more innocent brothers and sisters continued to tear at what was left of my sanity. When the sky finally quit falling I went home to my family, never wishing to leave again.

Well, with myself at home my story of this tragic day concludes with sympathies for the utterly countless individuals directly affected by these horrors and a deep aching understanding that this World would never ever be the same. I prayed to God that it would not.

Never Forget... Indeed.

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Never Forget...
Authored by: sonmicloud on Friday, October 30 2015 @ 12:54 PM EDT

When I was growing up, all the adults would say that the one day they always remembered what they were doing, was the day President Kennedy was assassinated. It rocked the world on its hinges. I wondered if anything could happen in my lifetime that might rank as high, so far as shock, and horror goes. Sadly it did, and it was a tragedy beyond any feasible wording. On the 11th of September 2001 I was in a hospital bed. My television was at the end of the bed, but not on - the woman across the bay had hers on though and was wearing headphones. I recall distinctly the sun shining through the windows onto my hands as I pondered my unfortunate plight, then a few seconds later the woman began making noises of shock and calling people over. I turned on the tv and saw what seemed to be the impossible. It really didn't want to register, but I knew it was real, it was happening, and as I watched, the second plane hit the other tower. My plight was suddenly nothing. I cannot erase those images, nor should I, and, much like those of Hiroshima and the Holocaust death camps, and many more. I believe that every school should show footage of what happened that day, and of the other atrocities also. The teenagers should know, they should feel when they see the footage, because it is history, and it is right now, and it is tomorrow, and will be partly within their hands. It is testament to what humans are capable of when at war with each other. - sonmi x

Never Forget...
Authored by: masodo on Friday, October 30 2015 @ 01:33 PM EDT

I was a child when JFK was killed and was sitting in class - 3rd grade. The teacher solemnly announced the reality of the situation. I seem to remember thinking "how could that happen?" and "Why would anybody want to kill the President?"; "I thought we are supposed to love our President." I wondered if we all had to go to his funeral and I felt so very bad for my teacher because this seemed too much for her to bear.

Ironically I suppose, my thoughts of violence prior to that time amounted to playing Army or Cowboys and Indians. At least that is what our cap guns were for. I always knew there were bad guys and good guys. I had to mature many years to realize that many of the awful deeds of mankind have happened in the name of peace.

In the final analysis one must accept that evil exists and fight back with the only weapon ever known to have any effect in thwarting the aims of the evil doers and that of course is Love. Love is not just for hippies. Love is the cure. You cannot fight any war in the name of Love.

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