My sister, Kathy Wright, has two adult daughters, Christy Burich and Stacey Randall.
Her youngest daughter, Stacey, penned a piece of prose that, within a short period of time after the Septemeber 11th attacks, was sent to family members and friends and then forwarded on... and within hours was picked up nationally and internationally, via radio stations and the Internet.
This note below came as an additional thought and was sent to me tonight from her mom (my sister) Kathy Wright.
As it has blessed my family and me, may it bless you on the 11th anniversary of September 11th, 2001.
Den
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As (9/11) draws near, my heart is torn by all the TLC programs....showing us all the details, from all the different perspectives of the victims and the rescuers. I learned so much more than I've known before. The stories of the Air Force F 16 pilots who circled Manhattan, just in case more planes were incoming. The stories of the Air Traffic Controllers who looked on hopelessly and helplessly as the jets' speed increased steadily while they closed in on the Towers. The stories of City Hospital Employees, a small city hospital not fully equipped to help the thousands who would make their way out of the roiling black and white clouds of smoke and pulverized office furniture and airplane parts.
The pictures of handprints plastered on the previously clean glass windows of the hospital, the locked doors, not to keep the patients out, but the toxic smoke. No one knew the poison gas that it proved to be. No one knew how dangerous that dust rolling in , around and through people in the streets would be as these years passed by.
This all sounds so cold, but it isn't. Each of these places, hospitals, New Jersey docks gathering wounded souls, treating with no medicine, but treating non the less, with heart and love and prayers. All these were places where angels landed, tucked in their wings, climbed into EMS worker suits, FD fire protective gear, and policemen uniforms.
Once dressed they moved between burn patients and crush victims, blinded people, people whose skin was sliding down there arms from 3rd degree burns and they provided peace, gentle kindness, found family to call and treated as best they could.
These are the stories of real life heroes who did their best to help the living, the survivors. From the brave men who led scores of trapped office workers down flights of stairs, passing firemen going up...to what? They blessed each other as they passed, promising to remember them.
Only a select few survived the impact of the plane into their building,,,these office workers who came to work on a beautifully clear Autumn day, Their lives were shattered. They can't forget what they moved through, what they saw and smelled, the fear they could taste and smell. They are changed forever. All the brave men and women who stayed should have a special place in heaven someday, but not for a vey long time.
They deserve respect and love and caring hearts should trouble arise, here in this country, on this world. They deserve to be unafraid. They should be proud, for all of their lives. As we are of them.
Kathy Wright, 9/11/12
PS: Here is the You Tube video named at various times and by various people, "Met in the Stairwell", or "9/11 Silent Night", or "I Was There" penned originally by Stacey Randall, tomorrow of all days.
Her gift of words gives peace to so many. God worked through her that night. He gave her guidance, and she used her poetic sensibilities. A blessing, indeed.
My love to you all, Kathy
That was really heart touching and the video was too sensitive for me and gave me tears. I’ll never forget that day and so does the others.
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