I found a memory card in South Miami that contains pictures of men and women in our armed forces. The pictures on the card are dated 2004.
The couple seems to be very much in love and I would like them to have their images. One of the images seems to be a man with a scar from a bullet wound.
Here is the couple as I see it on the card.
Please pass this around. They provide the blanket of freedom we all sleep under. There are many more images on the card. I would like them to have it. Wouldn’t you? How good are you social media folks?
A magical thing happened yesterday. As I saw it, human glue officially became stronger than human hate.
I wrote what I thought was a good post titled “Where were you on 9/11?” and instantly the comments shined brighter than the post itself. It stopped becoming my post and became our post. The response was global. Comments came from Australia. Bolivia. Poland. Romania.Germany. Montana. South Africa. Alaska. Spain. Someone said they were on the rocket launchpad at Cape Canaveral, FL. And someone wrote one sentence: “i was in new york in the twin towers…” (sic). And on and on.
I kept a pretty cool head while skimming the 500 plus published comments so far (I promise I will read them all). I kept my cool. Except two times. 1) When my brother (at left) shared his thoughts and 2) when my beautiful niece (right) shared hers. For those who didn’t read my original post, my brother is a fireman 19 miles outside of New York City and worked at Ground Zero. Grab a tissue and read what he had to say. Do an Edit > Find: Matthew LaMonica on yesterday’s post.
While the post was popular, I refuse to take a victory lap on the 9/11 issue. It’s not that kind of occasion.
There was one thing that left me uneasy–maybe more uneasy than I’ve ever been about this whole thing. On October 11, 2001, I welcomed my incredible baby boy into this newly changed world just 30 days after this all happened. Initial reports are good and he recently won “friendliest camper of the summer” award.
I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the men and women in our armed forces who let me safely tuck my son in at night. And especially those who never made it back alive. I’m usually a funnier guy than all this, but this is tough stuff. We can pull each other’s finger, yuk it up and have a good laugh together sometime soon.
For now I hope that anyone who read the 9/11 post from yesterday (or this one) will tell a friend and continue to share their memories. Because I will guarantee you, you all knew where were that day. You all have unique story to share.
Where were you on 9/11? And what are you doing to keep the spotlight burning? Peace be with you all. ~Mike
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