September 12th

Posted by JohnA Passaro on


I was extremely fortunate on that dreaded day.

Evil plowed into so many lives on a day the sky was so blue.

I vividly remember the beauty of the sky on that day.

I also remember asking myself a few minutes later: “Why does God let bad things happen?”

I remember the day after our nations most horrific tragedy that we, as Americans, united.

Never before had the words:

United under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for All.

Ever had more meaning to me.

On September 12th, the day after the most horrific experience the people of our nation have ever experienced, 238 million Americans were indoctrinated into “The Life Changing Events Club.”

A club you do not choose to join; one, which chooses you.

A club no one ever wants to be part of, but once you are a member, you never want to give up your membership.

A club that transforms pain and hurt into life clarity and purpose.

A club that draws out of its members the greatest of the human spirit.

If you remember back to the two weeks after 9/11, starting with September 12th, you will recall the greatest two weeks of human spirit ever displayed in our countries history.

I vividly remember every car, driving on the road, having an American flag attached to its driver’s side window, rapidly and proudly blowing in the wind.

No other time in my life was I ever more proud to be an American than in those two weeks that started on September 12th.

In America, on September 12th, there were no democrats or republicans, only leaders working together for the betterment of our country.

There were no strangers, only friends you hadn’t met yet.

There were no blacks or whites, only fellow human beings needing comfort.

There was no hesitation to comfort someone who was in need.

We, as Americans, took action.

We reached out to people who needed our help.

Without being asked.

When we saw a person in need, we made that person feel loved, as best as we could.

We learned that words could never fully express our feelings, but our presence could.

Every person alive touched our soul.

Every life was important, every family was honored, and every breath was gold.

We united.

We helped.

We comforted.

And we consoled each other.

We were there for one another.

We treated each other with love.

I would never want to see any person of any generation, of any nation to ever experience anything like that dreaded day, ever again.

The combined pain and loss of our nation from that day is still incomprehensible and always will be.

It is amazing how it took adversity to bring the best out of all of us Americans.

We, as a country, as a human race, need to live every day like we did on that September 12th.

JohnA Passaro
Your Soul Knows


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