Nobody Remembers the Americans on 9/11
Nobody Remembers
This morning I turned on FOX News and saw the old footage of the planes flying into the buildings on 9/11. They haven’t played that footage in years. And then I noticed another thing: Lots of pictures of President Bush: reading to the children…phone to his ear on Air Force One, various pictures of him that day, looking Presidential and in charge.
I thought to myself that he looked even more fake than I remembered. As if he was acting the part and all the pictures were very well staged. Maybe not, but that’s what I thought. I also thought as I watched the first footage of the plane that went down in that field, that there was nothing left of that plane: as if it had been shot down by a missile. All plane wreaks have something on the ground. A wing, seats, etc…but not that one. It was a field of nothing.
Switching down one channel was President Trump and Melania in real time at the Pentagon.
Isn’t it funny, I thought. The main FOX network has nothing but Bush, the financial channel had President Trump. As if some editor said, “Well, we GOTTA show the President, so we’ll just do it on our other station.”
All these years later, what stands out the most is the great heroism, NOT of President Bush, who at the time, and even now, seemed like the biggest coward, but the thousands of American people who gave their lives that day and every day afterwards trying to save their fellow Americans. All those firemen and police and just regular people who ran to help those in the blast.
I’m not sure we were ‘united’ that day. What else could democrats do but join in unity?
My 9/11 day went on, and I was sitting in a doctor’s office, and started talking to a woman who was showing picture of her dog.
She said she had two boys.
“So, you have two boys at home? Right?”
‘Their parents died and now I’m raising them.”
“Did they die in a car accident, I asked?”
“No, she said. It was a murder suicide. Her brother murdered his wife then killed himself.”
What was so remarkable about his woman is that she seem to try to be happy. And then she said, “You know, you can either be up here, (and she raised her hand above her head) or down here. (She lowered her other hand to her leg.) I just got to the point where I had to choose.”
Anyway, I was struck by the message this angel of a lady gave on this sad day of 9/11. I was having a bad day myself.
God is mysterious. And once again…
A message sent by a stranger….sent by a stranger.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams 