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Endurance
by E D Detetcheverrie
Monday, September 29, 2003
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You got up that morning a little sorry you could no longer enjoy your dreams, the comforting warmth of your bed
There were things to take care of--make yourself presentable, feed yourself, the kids, maybe a pet
You went over in your head something you needed to take care of that day--someone to speak to, something to acquire
And a future event pestered you gently--make a big purchase or decision in your life
You worried like you always do--am I okay? The kids, my pet, the ones I love?
Then straightened a thing or two, locked up, and then departed
Time to fight traffic again
Most of the journey a blur
Things on your mind--something startled you, something caught your eye
But you made it for the most part without incident
Rehearsing your day as it was starting
Things were normal--more or less
You seldom let big things worry you without cause
There are enough things to do in life without getting bogged down worrying about the inevitable
It's a better thing to dream about your future than to worry about your end
You had things to do and you were already starting to think a little about lunch
Abruptly, things went crazy. Only God knew what was happening
The end of the world--or just the end of yours?
For some it was sudden, for others it was way too slow
We were alerted gradually--some right away trying to reach others and let them know
We worried about our loved ones and ourselves
We couldn't imagine it from your point of view and tried not to
Your pain was our pain regardless and while rallied, we still felt overwhelmed
Many launched themselves to action
Many of them were never seen alive again
We hunkered beneath the weight of grief and repercussion
Some lashed out blindly, some did more bad than good
It's taken time for us to gather back our senses
It still stuns us and we, wounded, seek relief
But where do you turn when something like this happens?
We realize it is only ourselves who can do the most good
If only we had guidance...if only we had foresight
If only we knew peace
It is a better thing to dream about your future, but be prepared in some way for the end
And so, forewarned, we must trudge bravely forward
Living our lives, each morning beginning just like yours
We will not forget you, for it is folly to take for granted all the heroes and the victims of the past
There was nothing vain about your deaths--we continue to learn from them
About ourselves, our Faith, and the behaviors of our fellow men
And, hopefully, we may find a way to ease
That feeling, deep within, that it could end suddenly, for any one of us, at any given time
The tragedy is that it is so
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| Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme |
10/22/2003 |
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| I found this a great read :0) |
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| Reviewed by Jackie Brooks |
10/7/2003 |
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| The best one I have read, whether it is to do with 9.11 or any other catastrophe. Jackie <> < |
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| Reviewed by Afrika Abney |
10/1/2003 |
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| Very well penned and inspirational. Powerful words and messages you depict, thanks for sharing, this with us, one love. |
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| Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen |
9/30/2003 |
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| Extremely gripping and well composed, E. A sad journey into 'anylife' that god-awful day... |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
9/30/2003 |
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We just never know do we? "The tragedy is that it is so."
Very touching. Moved me to tears. Lisa |
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