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Today I remember the best and the worst in humanity.
Remember. A verb. I don't want to look at pictures again - I can close my eyes and see them, this still-present grief, rage, and fear presses down on me. It is an imprint in my mind and in my soul, and I wonder if I will ever see the faces of my friends less clearly - or stare at the images of smoking towers and at their collapse and think 'This looks just like some special effects.'
I remember the blood drives, the prayer circle, the men and women who risked their lives to help others -- and those who callousely persue their agenda of rage and hatred without concern for innocent life.
Remember. A verb. I don't want to look at pictures again - I can close my eyes and see them, this still-present grief, rage, and fear presses down on me. It is an imprint in my mind and in my soul, and I wonder if I will ever see the faces of my friends less clearly - or stare at the images of smoking towers and at their collapse and think 'This looks just like some special effects.'
I remember the blood drives, the prayer circle, the men and women who risked their lives to help others -- and those who callousely persue their agenda of rage and hatred without concern for innocent life.