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Some of us were luckier than others. Those whose friends escaped, or who were injured but lived, those who took a different flight, those who were not in Manhattan that morning. But each one of us weep the same tears, share the grief. We have all been marked by the awful events of September 11th, and we know that things will never be the same. Don’t stay silent. Please help grow this Irish Tribute with your thoughts, stories, poems, songs, prayers ... This is not a discussion board: There is no shortage of such places for people to air their many views on the calamitous events of September 11, 2001, and their continuing aftermath. This is a site dedicated to the memory of those who died on that day. It is not a debating forum. Please respect it.

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A Tale of Two Cities

I sat and waited. Nervous and obviously apprehensive about what would occur within the next few minutes. Once again I glanced at the clock. Typically only 5 minutes had passed since my previous encounter with the time-piece upon the wall. I picked up a magazine, which lay on the chair beside me. My attempt to read it however, failed dismally. No sooner had I read the first line of the opening article, when I found my eyes once more drawn to the round face staring so menacingly back at me. How long more? As usual I’d arrived early, regretting the decision every few moments. If only I’d left home later, if only the traffic had been heavier, if only the car park had been busy, if, if, if. And still I waited.

It’s amazing how slowly time passes. I ‘casually’ looked around the reception. Two other women sat on the opposite sides of the room. One seemed quite comfortable, never once did I notice her cast an anxious eye towards the clock. The other woman however, seemed a tad more edgy, alternating her glances between her wrist watch and the clock on the wall. Ah, a kindred spirit.

Amazingly no-one spoke. Unusual I thought. On other visits, one almost always exchanged a few words, at least with the other patients. After all, we were all ‘in the same boat’ so to speak. And so I continued to wait, my fear that by now my blood pressure would have risen was surely well founded.

Without warning a door opened. A pleasant lady called my name, and I entered the inner sanctum. Blood pressure taken, weight monitored and sample given, I was told the doctor would see me soon. As I left the room, I overheard the nurse say quietly to the receptionist that here had been a terrible a plane crash in America. Her response was muted.

Again I waited. Not so concerned now as my blood pressure levels had been acceptable, I relaxed somewhat, and settled down comfortably to wait for the doctor.

The rest of the visit passed without any problems. My unborn baby was growing according to prescribed standards and I left the office happy that another appointment had passed without incident.

As I travelled homeward, however, the world was in a state of total disbelief. I recalled the ‘plane crash in America’ and only then realised the true account of the horror that had occurred. And so, two years on, I vividly remember that day. My world, so subjective, so perfect, so normal, so full of hope, dreams of tomorrow. And for others a world so shattered, lives discarded, nightmares abounding.

It doesn’t seem possible that anyone will ever forget, yet how many truly want to remember?

Pauline Power
-- Pauline Power

Although I didn't know anyone who was killed, I do know people who have lost someone. One woman told my mom a story about how her brother called their mother just before the plane crashed into his tower and said "I just wanted to tell you that I love you" and then the lines went dead. A family that my family is friends with had a neice in the towers. She had applied for the job around June. It was a very hard job to get, but she got it anyway! A few months later she was killed. She was only in her 20s. 2 years later, however, I am being affected. I am now a freshman in college and my school has an ROTC program. I have started to meet some people in service. I also know a few people that are in the marines. I know that they will probably go to war, and it scares me so much. I really hope this all ends well...I know thats saying a lot for a war, but you should always hope for things.
-- Kaitlin

There are no words for the horror that was visited upon the citizens of NY and the civilized world. But poetry and music are great healers. I spent the weeks after September 11 with Liz Mc Nicholl recording an album that became a tribute to those who made the ultimate sacrifice. Many of the songs were chosen beforehand but their words took on new meaning. And then we added "The bravest" a song by Tom Paxton which said it all about the ones who were climbing up the stairs as others were ushered down to safety.

We will never forget their sacrifice and they made us all proud of the true fabric of this country.

-- Gabriel Donohue

While I did not personally know anyone lost on 9/11/03, I've been touched by the caring and support shown by the people who rushed to work the site of the collapsed towers and airline crashes, as well as those around the country and the world who set aside long-time differences to support strangers in their time of need. If only we could maintain this feeling of brotherhood at all times and in all places. We of Irish descent understand the idea of extending a warm welcome to others (though we have our own problems, of course), but I would hope we could all carry this feeling in our hearts and minds so that we prevent another 9/11 from ever happening again. Only then will we truly honor the memories of the ones we lost that day.
-- Liz Moore

It was a different kind of day on 9-ll-01 and Father Mychal Judge,OFM was doing what he was
called to do. He was administering last rites
to a victim in Tower l when his helmet fell off
his head and a beam hit him in the head and killed
him instantly.
The card from his funeral mass simply says:
Take me where you want me to go,
Let me meet who you want me to meet,
Tell me what you want me to say,
And keep me out of your way.
Father Mychal Judge,FDNY Chaplain
WTC to Heaven on September 11, 2001
and on the back of the Card was what is known as
The Serenity Prayer which goes like this:
Grant me the serenity to
Accept the things I cannot
change...The courage to change
the things I can...And the
wisdom to know the difference.
God bless the soul of Father Judge and his loved who remain on earth in God's Care.
-- Barbara Ellyn Tuttle

It's been two years...an eternity...and merely a moment. The date will never be just an ordinary day again
-- alicia woods

Hi To anyone that had friends or family that died,
Please know that you are not alone!
I am still shicked appaled and saddened at what happened that terrible day.
I wish to extend my sympathies and condolences to you.
All the best.
Kind Regards
William Livingstone
Paddyish - Irish Yahoogroup of Amsterdam http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PADDYISH/
-- William Livingstone

Hi To anyone that had friends or family that died,
Please know that you are not alone!
I am still shocked appaled and saddened at what happened that terrible day.
I wish to extend my sympathies and condolences to you.
All the best.
Kind Regards
William Livingstone
Paddyish - Irish Yahoogroup of Amsterdam http://groups.yahoo.com/group/PADDYISH/
-- William Livingstone

where tulips grow and lillies weep
there you'll lay your head to sleep
where hearts and minds both entwine
they'll hear God say I'm making you mine
-- A Friend

Nobody should ever forget about 9/11. I was in New
York for the second anniversary which was very powerful and moving.

God Bless all the faithfully departed
-- Colm Mc Donnell

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