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Friday, September 11, 2015

9/11: Jon Randal Commensurates

September 11, 2015 (9/11)

I post this every year on this date. I've updated some of the words, but it still has the same message:

There were 2,973 Americans who lost their lives on Sept. 11, 2001. The victims were mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters and brothers who belonged to many faiths, races, and cultures, from more than 80 nations. They were white, they were black, they were brown, they were red, they represented all the different colors that built this nation. They were gay, they were straight, they were men, they were women, they were liberal, they were conservative, they were young, they were old . . . they were ALL Americans.

I remember 9/11. I remember the names of the victims being read. I remember the heroes who bled. I remember the families who cried. I also remember that for one day, the entire world cried with us, marched in candlelight vigils in support of "America," whether it was in England or Iran -- for one moment the world was one.

I want to post this not just to remember the victims, the heroes, all the people who were directly touched in some way that day, but I also want to post this for those who are still suffering today, the families who had no choice but to continue without their loved ones, the veterans of the wars who were not supported upon their return and represent a majority of the suicides in this nation (on this World Suicide Prevention Day), the first responders who sacrificed their lives and their health and are still suffering today, and, most importantly, all the people of the world still hoping for, still seeking, still dreaming of a world without HATE, a world without fear, a world without greed.

A world instead focused with Love, a world with Hope, a world with ...

Peace ~

 Jon S. Randal

September 11, 2015
Amidst the sadness and the grief of that day, Sept. 11, 2001, there were 50 signs of hope that fateful day, representing 50 babies, one each from the 50 states.
Christina Taylor Green was among those "Faces of Hope," featured in a book, with proceeds going to the Sept. 11 charity.
For one brief shining moment, this beautiful girl would bring happiness to her family, bring hope to the rest of the nation, and lend her grace to a nation seeking to find what was good in America.
Christina Taylor Green was born on Sept. 11, 2001, back East, in West Grove, Pennsylvania, during that tumultuous time when the nation was still in shock.
Sept. 11 affected everyone back East, according to Christina's mother, who herself was born in New York. “It was an emotional time for everyone in the family," but Christina's birth lent a grace note of hope to that terrible day.
Christina would grow up, knowing the significance of her day of birth. She was very patriotic. "Wearing red, white and blue was really special to her," her mother said.
She loved dancing, she loved playing baseball, and she loved singing in her church choir. She also belonged to the Kids Helping Kids charity.
She was very much aware of the inequalities in the world around her, and, she would often tell her mother, "We are so blessed. We have the best life."
Her mother recalled that Christina wanted to be the first female major league baseball player or the president. She would ask her, “Do you mean first lady?” And she would reply, “No, the president.”
That's why 9 years later, she wanted to give back to people, who were less fortunate in life. She dreamed of going into politics, like her hero, Representative Gabrielle Giffords, when she attended a meeting for the Congresswoman at a local supermarket near Christina's Tucson home.
"She was all about helping people, and being involved. It's so tragic. She went to learn today and then someone with so much hatred in their heart took the lives of innocent people," her mother said.
“I think there’s been a lot of hatred going,” her mother would say, “and it needs to stop.”
It was January 8, 2011, which would become another tragic day for America. Christina's life was cut short that day, but her brief life inspired many.
I remember Christina, how much she dreamed of helping people, how much she loved life, how much she wanted to make a difference.
In my humble opinion, Christina Taylor Green in her short time here on Earth has made a difference and her spirit continues to make a difference. She was just a little girl, but as President Obama so eloquently said, "I want America to be as good as she imagined it."
For, Christina....
Jon S. Randal's photo.

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