53 Year Old
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From Pampa, TX·
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on February 22nd
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53 Year Old
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Male
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From Pampa, TX·
Invited by: 802878·
Joined on August 6, 2007
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on February 22nd
·12 referrals joined!
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1 person has a crush on me!
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She called...
Blacks, Whites...wait African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me. Vietnamese, Philipenes, Koreans and Jamaicans or Haitans, waitin' Hispanics y'all.
Please be paitent Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezualean, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian Democrats I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan? Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters, Hindu, Sunii Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city skyline when the twin towers still existed. But still She called.
From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal. Because She was in desperate need of a hero, and didn't have time to decipher what to call 'em, so she called 'em all Her children. The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called. The fact that someone attempted to harm us this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms. And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets. A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced, and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek. Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet. As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris and said, "I am America, and I'm calling on the land of the free." So they answered.
All personal differences set to the side because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over, and which trimester the embryo is considered alive, or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide. You see, someone attempted to choke the voice of the one who gave us the right for choice, and now she was callin. And somebody had to answer. Who was going to answer?
So they did. Stern faces and chisled chins. Devoted women and disciplined men, who rose from the ashes like a pheonix and said "don't worry, we'll stand in your defense." They tightened up their bootlaces and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends. They tried to bombard them with the "hold on", "wait-a-minute's", and "what-if's". And "Daddy, where you goin?". And, "Mommy, why you leavin?". And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said "Don't worry, I have my reasons. You see, to this country I pledged my allegience to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic. So as long as I'm breathin, I'll run though hell-fire, meet the enemy on the front lines, look him directly in his face, stare directly in his eyes and scream, "I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED! I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID! I'LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN. I'LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!"
And if by chance death is my fate, pin my medals upon my chest, and throw Old Glory on my grave. But, don't y'all cry for me. You see, my Father's prepared a place. I'll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates. Because freedom was never free. POW's, and fallen soldiers all paid the ultimate sacrafice along side veterans who put themselves in harms way. Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy's weight, but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played. You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right to say that I'm Black. Or white.
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African American or Caucasian, I'm Asian, excuse me. I'm Vietnamese, Philipene, Korean, or Jamaican. I'm Haitan, Hispanic
Y'all, Please be paitent. I'm Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezualean, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan. I'm Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters, Hindu, Sunii Muslim,
Brothers and Sisters We're just Americans. So with that I say "Thank You" to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, for preserving my rights to live and die for this life and paying the ultimate price for me to be...FREE!
September 11, 2001: The Day Our World Changed Planes crashing into buildings in pictures from a disaster film before our actual eyes On the small screen filling our homes with scenes of terror so horrifying they must be simulated Unable to comprehend how anyone willingly could commit these brutal acts of terror Yet these images of harsh reality become etched into our memory As we watch the destruction of a way of life The laughter of my young daughter pulls me from the barrage of images and back into the reality of our day Too young to know what has happened yet sensing the anxiety in the air Focusing on the exploration of her world with a simple request of "Out" Her small hand placed trustingly in mine to guide her on way A little voice of hope for the future
A nation, a world in tears united in grief and loss A tragedy so large the loss so pervasive the depth of emotions so great no words can truly convey the mood
The sacrifice of so many lives from so many countries As we struggle to make some sense of the senseless and look to answer the question "Why?" Yet many others saved by acts of kindness from strangers and in the mission thwarted by last heroic acts of sacrifice and bravery
The eagle like the mighty phoenix emerges from the ashes bruised, but not beaten stronger than ever Out of the rubble of destruction Seeds of hope Stories of courage Heroes emerge Our country unites
To learn and to change so that it never happens again To keep the memories of the events and the people alive but to also keep living If not for ourselves for our way of life for our freedom for our children
OMEGA Letters overflowing inboxes Busy conversations Coffee perking Elevators climbing Plants watered It is the day beginning on Tuesday the last Tuesday Empty tables at Windows on the World waiting for glittering chats and gleaming silver
The world waiting for trade for the exchange of who owns what and where and for who will win and who will lose
And the morning drifted by as mornings do with nothing outstanding nothing understanding that this is all the mornings there would be
A shudder, a powerful pull a push, a gust, a split an opening into sky and flame and smoke beyond all night and dust beyond all deserts and a clutching of the building on itself as it tried within its bones to stand
And its heart was melting and souls were flying
And a sound of twin pain was to its side another scrape of metal on metal and glass on glass and the whoosh of air and fuel and flame and the pall of smoke that ate the breath of everything that moved
Side by side they stood two terrible wounds pulling them apart the steel without gleaming the steel within melting their people all their dear and lovely people that they knew that they harbored every day every Tuesday every floor, every suite all of this falling slowly surely down in a measured sure death and suddenly one without the ability to stand longer fell and in its falling lasted lifetimes centuries of hopes sighs dreams falling with pictures with eyeglasses with outboxes whose papers flew far beyond their intended destinations into forever
And the other the one who waited still stood for awhile and at last let go nothing to do but fall nowhere to go but where the other had gone no reason to stay the lonely sky without its twin too much too long too alone
And as it fell and all within part of its terrible death there were years in its falling there were centuries of conversations and eons of memories and civilizations of laughter and tears and birthdays and life celebrations and first days and last days and the middle that we know as life and as it fell on itself bone by bone of its very existence becoming dust the sky wrenched and twisted and pulled away from the sound the awful tearing sound and tried to withdraw from the smoke that was the life breath of the building and of its children those it harbored every day and the silence became unattainable any more for those watching hearing mouths open the silence only belonged to those within whose last desperate day was that day as they left the highest place they had ever been to go to the truly highest place
angels and wings of angels and feathers going up into the clear blue sky far above the smoke far beyond the terrible groan and roar far into where we believe heaven is, far into where we believe all hands were awake, alert and pulling them upwards fast out of the pain out of the grief and into the music of peace.
53 Year Old
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Male
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From Pampa, TX·
Invited by: 802878·
Joined on August 6, 2007
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on February 22nd
·12 referrals joined!
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1 person has a crush on me!
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