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In case you or someone you know has forgotten how you felt on 9/11, read through this FR thread. You will instantly realize why we are fighting.
White House Comment line:
202-456-1111 - live person, not a machine
It's the Soldier, not the reporter
Who has given us the freedom of the press.
It's the Soldier, not the poet,
Who has given us the freedom of speech.
It's the Soldier, not the politicians
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
Click the link below to watch a beautiful, moving flashfilm that will make you feel humble and proud. I cry every time I watch it.
Some years ago, foreign men used planes to murder thousands of Americans. A madman halfway around the world was murdering his own people. If that sounds familiar, it should. It describes WWII. We were right to defend our country then, and we are right to defend ourselves now. If you have any doubts about our current course of action, take it upon yourself to read the 9/11 Commission Report, as well as the Deulfer report. Please do your own research. Do not rely on others to impart the correct information.
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You wont find the beginning of that path in your house, or your room, or any other private place where you torment yourself, and wonder why a world youre hiding from can no longer see you. Youll have to step outside, and take a walk through your town. Youll pass hospitals where the gift of life is unwrapped and presented to the universe. In another wing, life is held as precious treasure by families gathered around quiet beds, surrounded by tireless machines and their tired, but determined, keepers. Perhaps youll find a hospice, where the dying embrace their last opportunity to share their lives with all who receive the blessing of a seat beside them. Youll pass churches and temples, filled with the sworn enemies of despair.
You may find yourself wishing you could give the unwanted years of your future to the clients of those hospitals and hospices. I did, years ago, when I stood where you are standing now. I was on my knees at the time, offering that trade with all my heart. It doesnt work that way. Those who tend the hospices can tell you why, and the people in the churches and temples can explain why it shouldnt.
Stroll past your local police station, where the noble calling to risk your life in the service of others is answered
and the worship of death as a solution to problems meets its humiliating end. Maybe youll spot a recruiting station, where men and women who love their friends and families accept a duty that could take them away forever
because they know others love their families too, and there is no safe way to build and protect the future for them.
If your walk takes you past sunset, watch the cars rolling into the driveways of apartments and houses. If you walk from night into morning, watch the people reluctantly leaving their homes, to provide for their families. Those people are not wasting their lives, but fulfilling them. They return home to enjoy their reward, and renew their inspiration. Every day, they write new pages in the human story. None of us will see the end of that tale
but I know you share my appetite to read another chapter, and then one more after that. You may have convinced yourself to ignore it, but its still there.
Step into a convenience store for a cup of coffee or chocolate, and take a look at the newspapers. They are filled with pleas for help that you could answer. From the inner cities of America, to the broken streets of Haiti, and around the world, there are places where the clocks are filled with nothing but desperate hours. Another pair of hands, or another few dollars of support, are always needed. The years ahead, which you regard as a painful burden, can be given to them. It will take effort, and courage
but along the way, I can promise that your life would stop feeling like a burden.
You may view suicide as your last chance to shake the pillars of a world that has turned its back on you. The world doesnt need any more shaking. If youve been telling yourself that no one will miss you when youre gone, you are wrong. Your suicide would tear a hole through the future, and nothing could ever fill the space where you used to be. You might think youre alone, but you dont have to walk more than a couple of miles from your house to see a building full of people who would be delighted to meet you. There are places like Suicide Hotlines, staffed by men and women who have spent their entire lives preparing to hear the sound of your voice, and greet every day hoping to learn your name.
You may be afraid to face the years ahead. Youre not the only one, and if you extinguish the light of your faith and wisdom, you consign others to darkness. You might see death by your own hand as the end of unbearable pain
but I ask you to think about Walter Koenig, facing a wall of cameras with quiet grace in the hours after finding his sons body, and understand that its only the beginning of agony.
You might have decided your fellow men are rotten to the core, and youre weary of their company. Listen to the music of Mozart, or look upon the work of Michelangelo, and consider the argument of those who profoundly disagree. Maybe part of your problem is that youve been listening to the wrong music, or looking at the wrong pictures. Dark waters are easy to drown in. The judgment of the human race will not lack witnesses for the defense, and they will make their case to you, if you give them a chance.
Now, take the last few steps back to your home, and set aside one sorrow or terror with every footfall, until your mind is clear. If youre thinking of incinerating the remaining years of your life, surely you can spare a few minutes for quiet reflection, and hear this prayer from the living world:
Please dont leave us. We need you.
It is a quiet prayer, spoken in a soft voice, but its never too late to listen.
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