9/11 Heart Break Revisited

As this somber day approached, I like other Americans reflected on the memories of that fateful day 10 short years ago.  But as I watched a simultaneous broadcast that was shown on several stations this morning, uninterrupted.......the feeling of sheer despair and peril filled my heart again.  The replaying of actual video footage, the radio contact between fire and police, some on the ground, some in the towers......just breaks my heart.  Seeing those absolutely helpless people in the towers hanging out of the windows, in such panic of not knowing what to do, get out and head down huge amount of stairs, not knowing if the flames and smoke were awaiting you outside the door, stay where they were and lay low to the floor, bust out their office windows to get air or God help them ......jump to their death.  How many of them that made the choice to take a leap in which they knew without a shadow of a doubt would be their demise, were jumping out of sheer panic or were the flames so hot that it was either stay and burn to death or jump......I just can not muster enough to even begin to imagine making that God awful choice.
Seeing those beyond human comprehension, brave and wonderful police, firefighters and EMS personal head toward the immanent danger that they could never know would end as it did.  What kind of person puts aside all fear (and you know it was racing) and all knowledge of what could happen and head in to help strangers?  An incredibly selfless, courageous, brave and unimaginable human being......there was a clip of footage from a program I watched last week that showed the aftermath of the collapse and their were emergency personal and volunteers standing in and on the rubble and all you heard was this deafening "chirping" sounds coming from everywhere........these were the sounds of the emergency distress locaters that all the brave fireman are equipped with and wear on their person.......can you EVEN IMAGINE being a firefighter that survived and you were there to help and you heard those sounds?
The memories that must flood their dreams more often than not, even after 10 years must be heartbreaking.  The guilt of the air traffic controllers who sent out the warning...."Cockpit Intrusion" to the pilots of those fateful flights, but to find out he was too late.....if he had sent the warning just a minute earlier?  Heartbreaking!  The passengers on those flights, knowing that they were doomed for their death, calling their loved ones and telling them how much they loved them and how much they meant to them, I just pray that they had a peace in God at those moments.....the only word that keeps coming to me is peril.

So as I watched these programs, I cried, I held my hand over my mouth and on my head a lot of the time, I was also reminded of the incredible human capacity to get up out of unimaginable horror, wipe themselves off, and keep going.  The people that helped, the people that saved lives, the people that prayed to God for strength of others, the people who did not give up but they got up and GOT GOING!

GOD BLESS THEM ALL!!!!