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"My friend, my comrade, My Lover"

 

How I never knew you were never going to return to me.  It was just: “I will talk to you later!” and out the door.  The keys igniting the engine, and the warm purr of the car- as you drove to work that day.  I was planning on just doing a little shopping.  I was thinking of fixing your favorite meal tonight.  I remember walking to the aisles and finding a box of Rice-A-Roni.  Going to the checkout; saying hello to Sam, he said it looked like a nice day.  I remarked to him, yes what a great day to be in America.  

    As I left to turn, the market began to rumble.  I was not quite sure of the sound I was hearing, did not earthquakes-- only have been in California?  Everyone was stunned, silent, and hurried about their business.  I rushed to my car and turned on the radio as I drove home.  There was music playing, then suddenly tragedy! That beeping sound you always hear when they test for emergencies.  Something is truly gone wrong I thought.  I must get home quickly.  The announcer began to say an accident had occurred in downtown.  One of the two favorite towers had been hit by a plane.  That was all I knew at the time.

    Here I am rushing in the front door, grabbing the remote, staring blankly at the TV as I see the building and the floor where you work suddenly burst into flames.  My God- gasp… the remote dropped and echoed loudly throughout our modest apartment.  As these past few days have done nothing to bring any sense, comfort, or hope.  I have held that little cross you gave me in my hands and worn it down to a soft and sad sacrifice. As I stand amongst those in church this Sunday, we are all too painfully aware of the sacrifice made by our savior.

    I must now learn to live without you, I have to be strong and help comfort the others who are weak in the faith, or have no faith at all. I pray you will watch over our country-- I pray, you will guide us to those who have done this terrible thing.  I pray Gods Wrath will reveal evil, and what belief in the Devil and Satanism’s ultimate goal is. . . PAIN.  Love seeks to heal, love builds up the nation, love shares with its neighbor, love shows mercy even when angry, love is not happy with evil.  But is happy with the truth.  Once I know the truth, will I be happy?

    Happy or not, I am an American.  I will never again make fun of my country, involve myself with media that makes America look foolish, or participate in groups that seek to undermine our government.  I will build up the traditional Christian churches.  No more fanaticism for me.  It was the people of a united church that has made the difference in getting charity to the people of New York City.  Today it is no more just about words, it is about actions.  I will live my life as an honor to the one I loved.  They will have not died in vain and my love for them shall prove it.  

Thomas A Sutor

P O Box 2343

Lompoc CA 93438

 

All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...

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