I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.

Hello to all my friends who visit this page-

Tuesday September 11, 2001 was one of the worst days in the history of America. I bawled my eyes out while I was watching the news, I don't know which channel but they are pretty much all the same anyways. The reporters were talking to people about how the people of America (and around the world) are showing solidarity, and support of our fallen compatriots. I personally have seen how people are coming together to help each other, as I am sure you have seen. I watched as a representative of a newspaper talked about a woman who came in to their office with a letter to the editor and tears in her eyes. The newspaper representative asked her if she had lost someone in the tragedy and her reply was that no she had not, but she just had this overwhelming need to put her words *out there*, in an attempt to show her support. I saw people interviewed in California, talking about how frustrated they are that they are not there helping to find people in the rubble. My own husband wishes he was there so that he could help. I realized that there are probably many, many people out there who have the overwhelming need to do something, anything. I have created this page so that you may submit your own words, condolences, support, fears, hopes, anger, love, etc. I have also included links to the various organizations that are taking donations, as well as links to various web pages that are devoted to this tragedy. Please click here to send me an email if you would like to have your message(s) posted here. My heart is with each and every one of you. Diane
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You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
-- Abraham Lincoln

From an email sent to me....


NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
AND ON THE WALL PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, SO DARK AND SO DREARY,
THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL,
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD EVENING'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.
Please, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. servicemen and women for our beingable to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.


Hello Diane. Saw your web site and thought you would appreciate hearing about a project we are working on. As a result of the terrorist attacks, the company I work for, The Rendon Group, decided to embark on a project called United We Stand for American - Flag Project.

It is a giant American flag made up of about 40,000 individual fabric tiles. The tiles were distributed across the state of Massachusetts so that school children could write a message of hope, support, peace, patriotism, etc. We are in the process of glueing all of the tiles to the flag. Once the flag is complete, it will be unveiled in Boston and then brought to New York, DC and PA as a sign of hope, peace and support from the children of Massachusetts.

Please check out our site www.usa-americanflag.com and feel free to link it to yours.

Thank you,

Tricia Raynard

Jeanne Achille * The Devon Group

WE CAN SHIP DIRECT TO NEW YORK NOW AND NOT OVER WHELM THE RED CROSS OR MEDTRONIC AVE

Good evening,

Am writing from The Devon Group of Shrewsbury, NJ; our offices are located approximately 35 miles outside NYC - close enough that we could see the WTC every day. So close that many of us have family members and friends who commute every day in NYC to work in downtown Manhattan.

At the moment, our offices are particularly devastated as our co-worker anxiously waits for word of her brother's well-being. He is a policeman and was part of the first "shift" that ran into the Trade Center to help victims. He has not been accounted for since yesterday afternoon.

There's nothing we can do to help move rubble or put out fires. We thought about giving blood but the local blood banks cannot process any additional donations at the moment.

But, we can all do something - believe it or not it's collect and donate socks - the rescue workers are in desperate need of dry white socks to change into as they move through the muck and water near the collapsed buildings.

At The Devon Group, we are hosting a sock drive and are asking people to send socks to our offices - we'll take care of getting them to the rescue workers (via the ferries that are near our offices that go from NJ to downtown Manhattan). This is not a joke. If you want to participate in this sock drive, please send your {clean} socks to: The Devon Group, 1129 Broad Street, Shrewsbury, NJ 07702, (732) 542-2000.

We thank you, in advance, for your kindness. Please post this note to all lists.

Jeanne Achille
President & CEO
The Devon Group
jeanne@devonpr.com


Mike Connors:

A thought about terrorism:

Although, I do not live in New York anymore, I do remember the time when I was raised there. Born in Brooklyn in 1953, I watched the WTC being built. I felt sad when the time came that the Empire State Building would no longer be the tallest building. On the other hand, I felt proud of the fact that this accomplishment of enterprise and monument to the skyline was even possible. I think I was about 10 years old then.

Granted, at ten years old I didn't know much about "enterprise". I did however recognize the magnitude of this project. I couldn't believe someone could build a building bigger than the Empire State Building. Not only that, but they could do it twice, at the same time. What a magnificent feat!

These buildings were truly a landmark on our national landscape. It is unfortunate that they do not exist anymore. But, the true tragedy is the loss of life. We can build new buildings. We can not bring these victims of this attack back to life. We not only lost the lives of Americans in this attack, we lost the lives of citizens from many other countries that worked in these buildings. They thought they were safe here. We thought we were safe here. It's apparent that we are not and something has to change.

I know our government and many other governments around the world are scrambling to get a handle on this. And, I support their efforts. I also feel they can not succeed in this task without our help as Americans. Keep in mind for a minute, according to news reports, that "We" trained the terrorists on how to fly our planes. "We" rented them housing. "We" are our worst enemy! Wake Up America!

It's a noble gesture to fly the flag outside your house. I have one outside as I type this. It's a noble gesture for your neighbors to fly the flag outside their houses. It would probably be a noble gesture for these terrorists to fly "Our" flag too, if they wanted to blend in.

The point is… It is all about awareness, not about discrimination. Do you know your neighbor? Why not? Just by confronting someone and saying "hi" you may be able to get a read on if they are genuine. And the best part is, you might make a friend.

Mike Connors


Yuval Weinbaum of Israel:

On the 11th of September the Devil has disguised himself as several terrorists in human form. Our hearts, souls and minds cry for you America at your hour of sorrow and grief. Our hearts, here in Israel, beat with your hearts and our blood bleeds with yours. Good and freedom shall prevail!

Important Contact information:

  • The American Red Cross is in need of blood to replenish the nation's supply. Call 1-800-HELP-NOW
  • For disaster assistance: Call FEMA 1-800-462-9029
  • To volunteer or make donations: Call FEMA 1-800-801-8092

Airlines: Friends and family who wish to check on passengers and flights may call:

  • American Airlines, 1-800-245-0999
  • United Airlines, 1-800-932-8555


This is an article by Leonard Pitts, a columnist from The Miami Herald. It appeared in Wednesday's edition, September 12, 2001:

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We'll go forward from this moment. It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster!

You beast!

You unspeakable bastard!

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, on us?

What was it you hoped we would learn?

Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family. A family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless.

We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae-a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though-peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving GOD!

Some people-you, perhaps-think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood block-buster, isn't the plot development from a new Tom Clancy Novel.

Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before. But there's a vast difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain.

When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, and go to any length, in the pursuit of justice. I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation; fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.

As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish. So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.

BUT YOU ARE ABOUT TO LEARN!


Wounded Eagle

God Bless those innocent souls who were taken from us the other day.
Some cowards in a cockpit commandeered their plane.
Evil men flew them, and then blew them away.
My fellow Americans, brothers and sisters, one and all, died that day at the Pentagon, on U.S. soil and two towers 110 stories tall.
Armed only with a cell phone and a prayer, some went out knowing they were caught in deaths lair.
They said their good bye's as they fell from our skies, and all we could do is watch in despair.
Heroes at ground zero rushed in to save. First a rumble, then a crumble.
Now they're our fallen brave.
Then more Heroes converged on the scene, to comb through the war zone I see on my screen.
They give all they can as they dig in the rubble,
My God! What have we done to deserve all this trouble?
Freedom, I hear, is a threat. If you don't like it, then leave it, I paid with my sweat.
Freedom is mine, I have the right.
I wore a uniform when I was called to fight. I did the job I was trained to do.
So why do they pick on these innocent few?
Who did they harm to receive such a sentence?
These cowards had better beg for repentance.
Cause the Eagle is bruised and missing some feathers, but with God as my witness, this storm we will weather.
And when she takes flight to visit her foe, the blood of our enemy will certainly flow.
So, God, keep those innocent souls, but touch those left behind who go on with gapping holes.
Help them find the courage to draw their next breath.
And walk with us as we go through the valley of the shadow of death...

Sgt. Dean Tomlinson
11 Sept. 2001

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