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Words can never express the deep sorrow and pain my husband and I feel for the thousands of people who suffered the loss of loved ones on the fateful day that will be forever known as "Black Tuesday." In time, towers, skyscrapers, and other beautiful and historical edifices destroyed or damaged by deliberate terrorist acts can be rebuilt or restored. But the lives of those thousands of innocent people can never be replaced on Planet Earth.
Will anyone who survived or witnessed the unspeakable tragedies on September 11, 2001 ever be the same again? This is the chilling question being repeated in America and around the world since that unforgettable morning. September 11, 2001 was a typically beautiful autumn morning when my husband and I awoke to greet another new day. Small rays of bright sunshine peeked through the edges of the mini blinds that shade our bedroom windows. As is my husband's usual morning ritual, he made his way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. It wasn't long until the tantalizing aroma of coffee wafted its way into our bedroom. While waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, I opened the blinds and listened to the cheerful songs of a choir of songbirds I saw perched in our flowering cherry tree. They sounded happy just to be alive and I felt blessed that they found our yard a friendly habitat. At times I fully believe their sole mission in life is to entertain us with their cheery singing. Like the songbirds, I too was happy just to be alive that morning. The previous day, September 10th, had been a very special day for my husband and me - it was our Golden Anniversary. In retrospect that day, we had talked about how swiftly those fifty years had passed and how many blessings we had enjoyed. We also reminisced how coincidental it was that we were married on a Monday and that our 50th anniversary was on a Monday. It was wartime back in 1951, and just two short weeks after we were married my new husband, who was serving in the U.S. Army at that time, boarded a troop ship that took him across the Pacific Ocean. He would spend the next thirteen long months in the war-torn country of Korea. On our Golden Anniversary we once again thanked God, as we have so many times over the years, for his safe return from Korea.
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