This has nothing to do with cake... but just remembering the empty pit in my stomach... the helpless feeling... the tears... the heros...those who lost their lives... and those who lost loved ones.
My heart is still heavy not understanding why or how any human being could be this cold. I guess my moma raised me to have compassion, think of others before myself and to respect others despite our differences. I pray that this world could take a lesson from my moma.... that we all some day can live in peace.
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God bless you all who still remember, still care, and want to work and pray for a peaceful world. To so many it has become just another day. That's sad.
Last evening I was blessed to hear a talk on forgiveness by Immaculee' Ilibagiza, a survivor of the 1994 Rwandan genocide. I recommend her books Left to Tell and Led By Faith as very inspiring and hopeful reading to anyone who might be interested.
May the 9/11 victims and their families have peace and may there be peace in our world.
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