Saturday, September 8, 2012

9/11 Lest we Forget- my personal story

The anniversary of the day that changed America forever is now only a few days away.  I've promised myself that I wouldn't use my personal journey with abuse and breast cancer as a political bandstand, but with this momentous day right around the corner - I have to share my personal thoughts. They are uniquely mine, but ones I feel very compelled to share.  Last night, I went to see 2016:Obama's America - for the second time. It's a documentary that was four years in the making. And you will not find one fact in its content that is untrue. As Americans--regardless of what political party we align ourselves with, or our parents and grandparents aligned themselves with for generations--we owe it to ourselves, our children and our children's children to take two hours out of our life to see this insight into our president, his past and how it's affecting our present and our future.

On 9/11 my day started out as normal.  I had just tossed a load of wet laundry into the dryer when my mother called me at 9am to tell me to turn on the news. The panic in her normally calm and almost sedated  voice told me that I should brace myself for what I was about to see. Frantically retrieving the remote, I stood there transfixed, in disbelief as I watched a replay of a plane crashing into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.  This had to be some kind of tragic mistake--but it wasn't.  Then just minutes later, horrifyingly, I along with  the rest of America watched as yet another plane hit the second tower - the South tower. The details were very sketchy, but by now the FAA was starting to realize that these were commercial airline planes carrying hundreds of innocent people. And when it was reported that the plane to hit the South tower appeared to be United Airlines - my breath literally was caught in my throat. This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of a sick joke. But it wasn't a sick joke--it was real--terrifyingly real.

A pit formed in my stomach. This was beyond horrific! How could this happen anywhere--especially in America? And what on earth WAS happening? Not only was I witnessing a national disaster, it was a personal one for our family.  My youngest daughter was a freshman in college and my oldest had just graduated from UT and was newly married. I could only wonder what they were hearing about the news and the anxiety and uncertainty that they too had to be experiencing. You see, my husband, and my girls father was and is a Captain for United Airlines.And he too was scheduled to fly out of Newark that fateful morning.  And just like the planes that were inexplicably flying right into the second World Trade Center--he flew the large jumbo 767 and 757's.  The Pentagon was next--and in a scene straight out of a horror movie, I watched as the flames rose from a building that was and still is the symbol of America's security.Then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the news of another United plane crashing in the fields of Shanksville, PA--where passengers had frantically called loved ones to say goodbye and to relate their heroic stories of hopefully taking over and landing the aircraft safely. 

Until you have personally experienced a horrific nightmare like this one--you can't possibly understand the emotions, the fear that grips your heart so tightly that you find it hard to even breath. I tried in vain to reach my husband.  But as we would soon discover, they had grounded all the planes across the entire country. What we didn't know and wouldn't find out until hours later was that they had  taken the pilots and crew to flight ops and they were unable to place any outgoing calls.  It wasn't until 7pm that evening that we were able to reach him and at that moment, relief washed over us like a warm ocean wave.  For ten hours we hadn't known if his plane was one of the planes that were involved in these sinister attacks on our country.  When we slowly started to realize what had actually happened -- it was hard to imagine that such hatred and evil could exist in the world today. But we were the lucky ones. Our loved one was not piloting any of the UAL planes that were hijacked by the eleven Muslim terrorists who hated our country so much that they were willing to take their own lives to destroy over 3,000 thousand innocent American lives. President Bush was so right when he told us that as a country we would quickly forget the terror that these eleven men in the name of Allah and Islam had inflicted on our country on that fall morning in September. I am appalled at how our current president has tried to downplay terrorism to the point that he described the gunning down of 11 American soldiers and 1 civilian in cold blood at Ft. Hood, Texas by Major Nadal Hasan as he shouted "Allah Akbar"--simply as workplace violence. How incredulous! It's been over two years and this cold-blooded terrorist- still hasn't been brought to justice and he's still receiving monthly pay from our government. This should totally outrage every single American!

Of course 9/11 wasn't the only act of terrorism against our country, but it was the largest and the only one to happen on our soil.  How can any of us forget the bombing of our marine barracks in Beirut, Lebanon and the bombing of the USS Cole carried out by this same anti-American, anti-Christian and anti-Zionist terrorists?

As Americans we need to wake up and remember the atrocities committed by these people who have since 9/11 quietly and steadily been invading our country. We need to stop pandering to these terrorists and halt the 'fear of racial profiling dance' we've been participating in now since 9/11.  We need to protect our borders and stop the flow of terrorists that are slipping into this country because our administration wants to be accepting of all illegals for political gain regardless of the price this country will pay with it's very soul.

So, on 9/11 if God puts it in your heart to do something to show your support for this country and to help honor those fallen--both on 9/11 and our heroes in the military who have put their lives on the line every day for you--those men and women who fight for an America they believe in--then go see 2016:Obama's America  and rent United 93.  And then, at the end of the day--pray.  Pray for all the families that lost loved ones on 9/11...fathers, mothers, daughters, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and friends.  Pray for our men and women in uniform who believe in this country and their families. And pray for America. Pray that she finds her way back to the values and Christian principles that have served to make her the greatest country on the face of the earth.  We, as Americans, accept everyone with open arms. All that we ask is that you not come to our country with the intention of destroying it and stripping it of everything good that it stands for. And pray for wisdom--that when you walk into that polling booth in November that you will be voting for the heart and soul of America  and for her very survival--not for some generational political party persuasion. 


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