my 9/11 experience

I recall where I was and when - coming into my Wal-to-Wal-Mart in Duarte, ca. walking up to the store and Kat asked if I heard. "heard what?", I said. . "a plane crashed into the WTC. "WHAT!? how does that happen? That's a big fucking building, how could someone accidentally fly into it?!"

We went into work and turned on the news.. yep, tower 1 was smoking. I went onto working, having the radio on as I always did.. . then BAM! Tower 2 was struck. . .at that point I watched a replay of the plane smacking into the building, felt my heart sink into my chest. In the 80's planes were high jacked and held for ransom, not flown into buildings. . . what was this? So, at that point I didn't feel like working anymore, I then watched the towers collapse. KNEE JERK REACTION? ATTACK WHOEVER DID THIS BULLSHIT! I remember everywhere looking like a ghost tow, paranoia rampant.

Now, 8 years later... my paranoia has subsided. My thought process has weened to not trust what I see or what THEY want me to see. Don't get this confused with a different paranoia, its merely a "third eye". A new found clarification of what is real and what is manufactured. Some people would label me as a "conspiracy theorist", however, I am not. You see, as in anything else. There are 3 sides to every story. 3. It basically breaks down like this- Yours. Mine. THE TRUTH. 9/11 EXAMPLE - YOURS (the government) Extreme Muslims attacked us with hate in their hearts and virgin glory on their minds MINE (someones not telling us the complete truth, the government either didn't know, KNEW the plans OR KNEW the plans and HELPED fund the mission) THE TRUTH - A beautiful day is forever associated with UGLINESS and GRIEF. Loved ones have died and they never knew what was coming. SAD.

I feel for those who lost their loved ones. The few (600 est. working in the towers) folks in the towers (few is the hundreds that died, had the buildings been busy and filled - would've been THOUSANDS!!) That isn't meant to take away from those who's lives are no longer with us. HOWEVER, I believe the BOMB in the trade center years earlier, yea, that WAS for real, no one was prepared for that. Now, planes flying into buildings... umm, no, that was PLANNED and KNOWN about. WAR is a business much like anything else, it needs to be sustained, it makes the world go round.. once again, do some research and check your history, it has a nasty way of repeating itself. . .ALL THE TIME!

The media has a nasty way of spinning EVERYTHING, such as elections (hello George W Jr., I loathe you and have placed you into a box, maybe I will let you out sometime soon, not likely though) and they also spin REALITY. Such as certain recorded events then SPUN and no longer aired about who's heard what, saw what and talked about what they heard and saw. Anyways, these examples are available on many sites, BE CAREFUL of believe everything you read though. . .MUCH like a Michael Moore movie, entertaining, but use at your own discretion.. remember, YOURS.MINE.THE TRUTH.

I guess the point I really want to get across is, I view 9/11 as just another day, similar to my birthday, not the same as Christmas. It's just a day, only, a day that something sad happened. I'm not sad or angry over the situation anymore. My paranoia was forced and the government and media wanted me, US ALL, exactly as they wanted. BUT NO MORE! So, let us all feel and remember those who died. Honor their memories and their desperation in their time of peril, with courage and love. Honor them by doing everything we did before, LIVE YOUR LIFE. Seize the day. . .because you never know when YOUR time is up. When the wrong place or the wrong time will show up and smack you in the face.

I will always remember the day, what happened, the stupid reactions I, WE had. The people who lost their lives for what has amounted for NOTHING. Life is worth more. Honor all those who pass by LIVING YOUR life. FIND and TAKE the beautiful from the ugly. THAT'S WHAT BEING AN AMERICAN means to me. FIND and TAKE the beautiful from the ugly.

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