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One Life Was Saved: MINE
By Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner   

Last edited: Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Posted: Wednesday, July 30, 2003

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Of all of the lives that were taken on that September day--one life was saved: MINE.

Of all the lives that spiraled down in a whirlpool of hate--one life was saved: MINE.

Of all the lives that ended when people were forced to choose--one life was saved: MINE.

That day...September 11, 2001, when planes were flown into buildings, when our national defenses were left scrambling, when heroes purposely battled the enemy in the air (thereby preventing more attacks) or entered burning structures, when twin towers collapsed in columns of dust, when our President vowed that terrorism would not life was saved.

I was, like everyone else in America, blissfully (stupidly?) unaware of the changes about to take place. All of us were changed in an instant. My life was saved.

How, you ask?

Prior to 9-11, I kept all of the hurts I encountered throughout my life (real or imagined) buried deep within my soul, and would not let anyone know what I was truly feeling. I became cynical, covering up my real emotions under a veil of anger and bitterness; I rarely cried (unless I was having a "poor, poor, pitiful me" day). I did not write in a journal or diary; I'd attempted it over the years, but nothing would "come out right," and the project would quickly be abandoned.

There were times I got so low and depressed that I seriously considered suicide, because no one would listen to me, and I would stubbornly refuse to tell people how I was hurting.

That morning, I turned on the t.v., like I always do, and a breaking news story captured my attention. I heard the speculation that a small plane had run into one of the World Trade Center Towers in New York City; I felt kind of bad...but it was there, not here, and accidents happen; you see planes flying around tall buildings all of the time, you know?

Then there came the second plane.

I sat there, unbelieving; TWO different planes hitting the SAME complex? No way, man, this was no accident...America was under attack.

I had to go to work, so I didn't get to see the news for the rest of the afternoon; my boss, though, kept us informed. I'll never forget the look on his face when he said the Towers collapsed: my cynical reply? "One hundred ten story buildings just don't fall." I didn't believe him.

When I got home from work, my twin sister, who had turned off the t.v. from fear, wanted to go to church. She was really scared and upset (she's much more emotional than I am). While at church, she was delivered of a spirit of fear, and we came home, where she went to bed and slept peacefully.

And I turned on the t.v. ...the images played and replayed, over and over again, burning into my memory: the planes hitting; the smoke and flames; the people jumping, desperate to escape the inferno inside; the fire and smoke at the Pentagon; the smoking ruins (what was left, anyway) in a Pennsylvania field; firefighters, police men and -women and EMTs running inside burning Towers, trying to rescue those still inside; the Towers collapsing, first one, then the second; the ululations and celebrations from halfway around the world, rejoicing in America's downfall...these images will stay with me for a long, long time.

I grabbed a pen, a piece of paper, and started writing: that's how my life was saved.

Tears poured down my face, needed, cleansing, healing tears: my life was saved.

I still write, nearly two years later: my life was saved.

God saw that I needed a Gift, and He gave me one: my Gift of writing.

And that is why I write: my life was saved.

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Reviewed by Joey Lawsin 8/10/2008
One quite morning, I was driving along the freeway when from nowhere a big truck hit my car. Obviously, I survived the tragedy but that very microsecond became a turning point in my life. Life is so fragile that it can be taken from us anytime, anywhere without even us knowing it. This accident leads me to define the true meaning of Life. It is not the material stuff - money, physical appearance, job, fame, intelligence, god - that constitute life. When you die you could not carry these earthly things in your grave, but you can carry a smile in your heart. Life is something we simply need to enjoy to its fullest.
Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz 3/18/2008
God bless you and may you continue to share your gift.
Reviewed by Lori Maynard 8/1/2007
I understand this so extremely well!!! It's amazing what turning a pen to paper...or fingers to a keyboard can accomplish! Sometimes, it's as though it's a way to detoxify ourselves of our emotions, to start anew. I used to do the same thing...keep everything bottled up inside and became quite a sarcastic, unhappy little person while maintaining this front of a happy person. That was exhausting. Finally, I delved more into my writing and sucessfully purged myself of the bitterness and unhappiness that I held inside. 9/11 was also another pivot point for my writing as stronger emotions poured through my words. The other point was when I first took off with a carnival and saw society as it really was... God gives the gift of writing to those who are willing to speak. :o)
Reviewed by Hanley Harding 7/1/2007
Dear Karla;

VERY NICE write! (In conjunction with this, you may wish to read my poem "The Day the Lady Cried".)

Reviewed by Walt Hardester 6/8/2007
(paraphrase) James Taylor
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But writing works just fine for me

Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson 4/13/2007
9\11 changed all our lives forever! America will never be the same, yet out of all the misery and pain, our country united and stood against the terrorists. Some times an earth shattering event can change the course of ones life and I am glad it changed yours. God was watching over you ......Bless you....M
Reviewed by Denise Contreras 2/3/2007
Wonderful write your life was saved you got the poisen out of you that you had in side of you. Writing is great it is healing keep up your writing thanks for sharing this with us.
Reviewed by Mary Lynn Plaisance 8/3/2005
Karla, I just this minute saw that your name is the twin to Karen! She calls me her Cajun friend, and now that I know that you are her twin, I want to be your Cajun friend too! I did read a few of your writes and some made me cry! I don't understand cruelty......! You continue to write--It's what the world needs now...WORDS that can maybe heal someone! You may never know who you helped.....But always remember that your words DO help someone!

HUGS to you Karla~~~-- Mary Lynn also known as BeB~~~~~~~~~~
Reviewed by Dave Harm 12/29/2004
What a sad, lonely world this would be, without YOU, sharing your talents...
Reviewed by Addie Williams Katie Fairchild 2/24/2004
This was wonderful. I understand so much of what you sais, just as you did me. Thank you so much for sending me to your site to read this. Katie
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 9/5/2003
Great story here Karla. Somethings you might feel are only buried inside of you is also buried inside of others. That's just life, some handle it better than others and wear their mask around to cover it up. hugs G
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 8/3/2003
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 8/1/2003
very touching and keep on writing
Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw) 7/30/2003
And saved for a very special blessing! Tears, Karla! Thank you, and stay strong, sis...
In Spirit,
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 7/30/2003

Glad you were saved!!

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 7/30/2003
and i am SO glad your life WAS saved, karla! you are a totally different person, far different than the karla i long remember. you aren't as angry or bitter as you once were, and you are a lot more pleasant to be around! powerful write about what a life-changing event can actually DO to a person, in this case, september 11, 2001. it changed ALL of us around the world. may we NEVER forget, and pray another september 11 NEVER happens AGAIN! :( (((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. >tears, tears, tears <

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