posted on Jul, 3 2012 @ 09:04 PM
It still haunts me.
It does matter who did it, but to me, the fact that the event happened in the first place is painful enough. Everything else is just salt in the
wound. Just like the line of mistakes that happened leading up to Pearl Harbor, we'll find that everybody's hands were dirty. Everybody who had jobs
to attend to concerning our nation's safety and welfare failed in some either very small or very large way that all ended up on a bright sunny day,
9-11. One person could have said "That guy looks a bit off" or "What the hell is up with this?" or better yet, pushed those questions a little
further. Just a second or third look could have saved us all such pain. Such loss. So no, I don't believe it was JUST al quakia (spelled incorrectly
to infer disrespect)... or some islam-mad swine sitting in a festering latrine of a country... or some three piece suited douche bag who wanted to
stir the manure either. It was a combination of all. And I feel as if I lost a member of my own family, even though I didn't.
I did however... discover something really beautiful on that same tragic day.
The people of a shallow little town that usually can't see past its own high school drama storyline suddenly pulled together and gave blood, bought
lunch for those waiting in line ( a line that wrapped around the block, a line that formed at our hospitals too) and together, the holy rollers and
real folk were side by side, pulling together. Like Americans do. Its in our nature to put aside the petty BS and step up when the time comes. Granted
things went back to normal.. but even as I will hold to the pain of that day to remind myself that I can be hurt by actions so far away, I will also
hold to that pride I felt at seeing my fellow Americans not just talk the talk, but walk the walk.