All right you Flashers. Stop banging your heads because of the latest Flash Error and go spend a little time with Matt Maxwell. Matt understands your pain and even sings about it. Once you hear Matt's lucid tomes you will be blown away at how well he understands your pain.
I remember thinking how fast the elevator was up to the observation deck.
I remember examining the chess board that sat in solitariness awaiting the next moves from Kasparov and Big Blue.
I remember standing on the top floor of the slender giant and feeling the gentle careening of the building as the wind blew so high above the city.I remember the call that said turn on the T.V.
I remember the disbelief at seeing the plume of smoke from the building I had once ascended.
I remember the papers and debris.
I remember calling everyone I knew and telling them to turn on their televisions.
I remember how time slowed to a still as the second plane was spotted in the air.
I remember the moment of impact.
I remember the ball of flames a city block wide.
I remember thinking about my friends in NYC.
I remember naming them each individually and wondering where they were at that very moment.
I remember the horror that gripped me as some chose their death rather than be subjected to it.
I remember the collapse of 2 WTC.
I remember how 9 seconds of the collapse played through my mind so slowly every detail was etched into my memory.
I remember the collapse of 1 WTC.
I remember the void that was left after the plume of smoke blew to the side.
I remember the confusion on my twin boys faces as the twin towers fell.
I remember the disbelief I felt in my soul and saw on my wifes face.
I remember counting the numbers that could be trapped beneath the rubble.
I remember the grief I bore.
I remember seeing the ghosts of heroes walking and running out of the dust.
I remember how the tears felt on my cheek.
I remember the pentagon.
I remember the prayers I offered for those grieving. for children who's worlds had been shattered.
I remember the prayers for the firemen, the policemen, the soldiers.
I remember the sadness of knowing that no one would be able to look over the city from there again.
I remember the brotherhood of New Yorkers.
I remember the forgiveness of Americans
I remember the renewal of patriotism.
I remember the unity of this nation.
I remember the resolve of a free people.
I remember the presidents words "Terrorism against our nation will not stand".
I remember what we are fighting for.
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Well my Beautiful wife Nicole and I found out that we are having a girl and here are some pictures of the pretty princess. I think she has my eyes and Nicole's lips. It is a great day. Nicole is doing well and is still very skinny for being pregnant. The other kids were very surprised because they all thought it was going to be a girl. All except for the other girl in our family. The due date is October 30th so we are looking for appropriate names. Any suggestions on names please comment here on my blog.
Traffic School was actually fun. Only in Utah can you attend traffic school and have two people that you know directly, one person that you find is related to you and and the neighbor of your brother all attending the same class. One of the best parts is that I used Wordpress to write this entire blog post on my PDA while in class. My only regret is that they didn't have the video of the German convicts that volunteer to crash cars into trees and roll off of embankments. If anyone has knowledge of where to find this I would be much obliged.
So I picked up many great tidbits of information and thought that the world should know them. Here they are along with my comments:
Cops have Photo Id when they pull up your drivers license. (So don't lie about who you are or they will take you to jail.) Read the rest of this entry »
All right you Flashers. Stop banging your heads because of the latest Flash Error and go spend a little time with Matt Maxwell. Matt understands your pain and even sings about it. Once you hear Matt's lucid tomes you will be blown away at how well he understands your pain.
