Do you remember all of the innocent people who simply went to work one sunny Tuesday suddenly having to decide whether or not to leap to their deaths from over 114 stories in the sky or pray where they stood resolved to be burned alive soaked in jet fuel?
Do you ever wonder what went through their minds right before they stepped off that ledge?
Were they at peace with thoughts of God & family?
Were they heartbreakingly confused & frightened without any understanding of the intentional death to which they had just been sentenced?
Or were they fully aware that America was clearly under attack by those who still wish evil upon us?
Did they pray their lives & sacrifice would one day avenged by those watching in horror from every corner around the world?
I think about their last thoughts sometimes when I’m on the train, cooking dinner at home, driving in my car over the weekend... I think about their last thoughts or dreams never realized whenever I walk past the two 9/11 Memorial reflecting pools on my way to WTC meetings almost every day.
Footprints marking the sites of pulverized flesh & bone. Memories of a choice that they were never truly given.
And that’s why I don’t give a SHIT about water boarding. 😤