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2002-09-11

I was no where near the Trade Center September 11. I was safely entering my business when the attack occured. When my business partner, Willard Smith, came running in, he announced what he had just heard on the radio-the Trade Center had been hit by a jet. At first we thought there must be some mistake--a horrible accident, and then the second tower was struck and we knew.

I cannot speak for Willard, but for me, I felt like my life and the lives of everyone in this nation had changed in an instant. There was a deafening silence in the building. A hush, a whisper, from everyone walking the halls as if speaking in a normal tone of voice would somehow be irreverant.

Strong compassion of humanity oozed amongst the ugliness of the reality. In Michigan people stood in line to contribute food, clothing, money and help in any way possible. Flags flying from buildings, car antenaes and homes lent us a constant reminder of our country and what it stands for. The early months were strong with patriotism, love for thy neigbor, and an outpouring of care, concern and pride.

As the months passed, I noticed another change. We all settled back into our safe routines as we watched "the war on terrorism" discussed on the daily news. For me, I really wish that they would put a name to this war, because it would make it more real somehow. The war is safely tucked away in countries I had never heard of, but are now familar. I have asked myself how this war can be real when it's the people in these small countries who seem to be taking the brunt of it. My heart cries out for them. The real terror to me is the realization that they suffer on a daily basis while my life has seemed unaffected while they struggle to survive. When I look at the news and see the faces, they are the heroes, the survivors. They teach me lessons in strength and bravery. They have taught me to be thankful for what this country means to me.

Now today is 9/11/02--one year after the attacks. It is all still there--the threats of continued violence and the threat of what can become if we forget for good. I am thankful and we are graced by the love of others who live lives of terror everyday of their lives. I thank God and country for what I have been given. My prayer is that we as Americans can forgive, but never forget, and that peace will come not only for us, but for those who are not American and live in the daily struggle to have home and family, freedom, and can share in the pursuit of happiness.