I hope that all is well with you, and that life is treating you well.
Yesterday was the 15th anniversary of 9/11, one of the most shocking events in our modern history. The day that 3 airplanes, manned by trained terrorists, with a daring plan, intentionally crashed into the famed twin towers of the World Trade Center in NY, and the Pentagon in Washington, DC. A fourth plane was heading for the White House, and crashed before reaching its goal. The event was one of the most startling, devastating acts in our recent history, with the exception of Pearl Harbour, which catapulted us into World War II.
On September 11th, 2001, thousands of lives were lost, heart breaking images are engraved in our minds and hearts forever. Among those that shook me most were the people leaping from the buildings, once they knew that there was no way out for them with the fire raging at the heart of the building. Some held hands when they jumped. I will never forget the surreal science fiction look when the twin buildings actually came down, in a tower of smoke, debris and dust. The buildings were a monument we thought would be there forever, to symbolize our strength, freedom, and independence. The acts committed on that day, blew open a war that had been silent and unseen until then, and changed our lives forever. The endless wait at security in airports now, removal of shoes, belts, clothing, etc, the pat downs, the waiting, the metal detectors, the long delays, is all part of what happens when a country has been attacked and wants to prevent it from happening again. It was the first shot across our bow, to warn us that terrorism had snuck up on us and taken charge. And inevitably with tragedy, the lives of men, women and children were lost. I hope that no one you love was among them.
We speak of 9/11 as a landmark in our lives now. And some things have not changed, how much we love each other and our country. But 9/11 was a loss of innocence for all of us, a turning point where we realized how dangerous our world is, and that we are blessed with freedom, and safety most of the time.
May we all remember, not just the spectacular event that most of us saw on TV, but the men and women who lost their lives, the innocent victims, and the injured, and all those who loved them. May peace bless our world.
with all my love, Danielle
And have a great week!!!
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It was and is still shocking after all these years. I actually watched footage this year, which was hard to watch, of things I had never seen before. Although I never visited it, the memorial in place of the WTC and the 911 museum would be really interesting to see. I hope we never see something of that magnitude again, anywhere in the world.
That day was very sad but for me the reality of how bad it was hit me when I started to see people jumping off the buildings. I couldn’t hold my tears and the pain I felt is indescribable.
There are really no words to express how the world changed so much within the space of minutes,
May we all continue to embrace ways of raising our human vibration to bring about peace through daily meditation, prayer, gratitude for abundance and beauty nature presents each day, and unwavering support to our fellow men and women who strive towards making a better world.
This was one of our greatest lessons in what negative emotions produce. Let us all strive now to increase the spread of positive emotions of love, kindness, generosity and gratitude each day.
Love and peace to all who read this comment.
Thank you for your loving letters. It’s always a blessing for the heart.
What a sad and wicked world we live in. With all this terrorism and loss of lives I wish I could just turn back the clock, to a time when it was safe to go out at night, leave all your windows open and not have to worry about what drugs were doing to your kids.
I lost my son to suicide 8 years ago, he was schizophrenic-manic depressant and until reading your book I always felt like it was my fault, that I had failed him somehow. I finished Nicks story about 10 minutes ago and it was like reading my son Michaels life story, with the heartache, but a tremendous amount of love that they give. So thankyou for sharing his life, and helping me to understand a lot more on how much my boy had really struggled. My love to you and your family.
Dear Danielle, Simply love reading your blog.