FANS' MEMORIES OF DALE EARNHARDT
What were you doing on September 11, 2001
when the towers were hit?
(from your webmaster)
I was drinking my coffee...
May God bless you and your family on this day as
we all still struggle to understand and come to
some terms with our life we now lead, one of reserve
and forever change.
Provided by DE3FAN
This page has been created as a memorial of those who have lost their lives in the
planes that were hijacked for the use of the terrorist acts on the World Trade Centers
and the United States Pentagon, all those who died in each ofthose of the buildings,
the rescue workers, and any others who may have lost their lives in these incidences.
My prayers are with all of those who may have been involved, and those who's
family members died in these horrifying acts of terrorism on our great nation.
I pray tonite for peace, love, and justice for those who are responsible.
Please be sure to email our President and let him know that he has our support in his
handling our nation's reply to these monsters. Click the heart to send your message.
Created by Don Melford
This was posted on a community I am affiliated with, thought I would share it with you:
AN OPEN LETTER TO TERRORISTS
(Jim Willis & Nicole Valentin-Willis/Tiergarten Sanctuary Trust)
I don't know your name, or names - we may never know who you are - so I
can't address you personally. Today, you killed several thousands of our
friends...perhaps not people who we knew personally, but people like us.
People who worked hard to make a living, who loved someone, who were
loved by someone, who worried about making a better life for their
children and grandchildren, who believed in God and the American Dream,
who criticized this country for its insufficiencies and cared enough to
try and change things and ensure a better future, not just for us, but
for the world. People who leave behind scores of loved ones, friends,
pets, neighbors, coworkers, and members of their faiths. Perhaps even
people who derived from your own country and who sought refuge here.
Your act was a slaughter of the innocents.
You are like an insidious cancer that strikes without warning, ravages
bodies, tears families apart, and in the end can never destroy the soul.
You are the ultimate coward.
You may topple our buildings, collapse our communication systems,
disrupt our government, crash our markets, and leave behind the carnage
of bodies, but you will never destroy the soul of America. We made this
country from the bits and pieces of the rest of the world; we took the
best, the worst of every culture and nationality, race and creed, and
made an alloy that may be dented, but not even a trial by fire can melt.
I don't know what god you believe in, or what hateful rhetoric you
espouse, or what your misguided political beliefs might be that allows
you to do what you did today without a fear of eternal damnation. I only
know that you may win a battle or two, but you will never win this war.
We have the entire history of the world on our side, and no dictator,
despot, or madman has survived as long as America has thrived and
prospered. If you accomplished anything at all today, it was to give
America a wake-up call, and we will now rise up stronger than before.
You are defeated before you've even begun, there in your private hell
and later in your eternal one. Someday your people may even need our
help, and because we are America, we would respond.
May God bless the friends we lost, their families, friends, neighbors
and coworkers. We will help them rebuild from the ashes. May God
continue to bless America, help her to protect us all, and may she
continue to shine as a beacon of democracy and hope to the rest of the
Copyright Jim Willis 2001
In deepest sympathy to those who have lost a loved one.
Permission to share.
Thanks to DE3FAN for this graphic
TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Five thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds.
A man named Martin shouts out proud.
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."
Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."
From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores
A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day
"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports.
Worked our gardens, sang our songs.
Went to church and clipped coupons.
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought.
Unlike you, great we're not"
The tall man in the stovepipe hat.
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"
Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of ruble streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must.
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."
Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '44
The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.
All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.
With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven
Ribbon provided by Mary Murphy
Created by Don Melford
Thanks so much Mary!
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