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A day to stop and reflect.
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September 11, 2014
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mikeyank
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There was a mention of NYC earlier this week on a thread about a television show set in Chicago and I remembered some of my experiences of 9/11/01.
I recently went to the 9/11 Museum and will visit the site again next month with Peter, when he visits New York for the first time. It certainly all still hits a raw nerve, remembering and visualizing all the lives that were lost so tragically thirteen years ago this morning. Indeed Louis, it is a day to stop and reflect.
I live in Brooklyn Heights which is a short distance across the East River from the site of the WTC, and we have the Promenade with a spectacular view of lower Manhattan, and I sat on a bench with hundreds of other residents, watching the smoke filled sky from where the twin towers stood, in fact the smoke was still prevalent in the air for a week after the tragedy walking through my neighborhood.
I recently went to the 9/11 Museum and will visit the site again next month with Peter, when he visits New York for the first time. It certainly all still hits a raw nerve, remembering and visualizing all the lives that were lost so tragically thirteen years ago this morning. Indeed Louis, it is a day to stop and reflect.
peterh6308
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amen !!!!
johnny
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Never forget how for a few days we all became One. Sad how it takes such a tragedy for that to happen. Never forget.
louis33705
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I've told this story many times but I don't think I have shared it here.
My Father and I were news buffs. If I heard something in the news I would immediately call him and vice versa. He became extremely ill during the summer of 2001. Eventually, my sister moved him and my mother into her house to help my mother care for him. I had plans to visit a friend in New York City that august. Because of his condition, I was hesitant to go. I spoke to him the week before I was to leave and told him of my hesitation. He said, "Go, boy. I'm not going anywhere." (He always called me "boy") I spent a week with my friend at his place at Gramercy Park. The entire time I was there I was very apprehensive about my Father's condition, calling him a couple of times a day.
My Father died on Friday, September 1 2001. Because that was the labor day weekend, his funeral was delayed till the end of the following week. I went back to work on the morning of 9/11/01. I arrived around 7:30 a.m. like I normally did to get the office opened, make coffee for the staff, etc. I was dreading that day, knowing people would be parading through the office to express their condolences. The office staff arrived at 8:30. The office was very serene until my daughter called me at about a quarter to nine to tell me a place had crashed into the one of the Twin Towers. While we were talking I remember her telling me, "Oh my God, another plane just hit the other tower!!!!" I told her I'd call her back. I immediately called my Father to tell him to turn on the news. My sister answered the phone and then it hit me that my Dad was gone. The remainder of the day was chaotic. They set up the big screen TV at the college auditorium and the staff and students spent most of the day watching the events unfolding.
That day halted my mourning process. We had family who had come from Texas and Connecticut who got stuck in Tampa because planes had been grounded.
9/11 robbed me of the normal mourning process a person goes through when they lose a loved one. I finally crashed the following February. My Father had this ritual where he would call each of his children on their Birthday at the time of their birth to wish them a "Happy Birthday." February 26, 2002, 5:21 a.m. No phone call. I crashed and went into a deep depression for about a month.
9/11: It has become my own "Day of Infamy."
Not only do I think of the victims of that frightful day (Two of which were graduates from the college where I worked and worked in the towers) but also the ones who have sacrificed their lives in war since that day.
God Bless the USA!
Louis
My Father and I were news buffs. If I heard something in the news I would immediately call him and vice versa. He became extremely ill during the summer of 2001. Eventually, my sister moved him and my mother into her house to help my mother care for him. I had plans to visit a friend in New York City that august. Because of his condition, I was hesitant to go. I spoke to him the week before I was to leave and told him of my hesitation. He said, "Go, boy. I'm not going anywhere." (He always called me "boy") I spent a week with my friend at his place at Gramercy Park. The entire time I was there I was very apprehensive about my Father's condition, calling him a couple of times a day.
My Father died on Friday, September 1 2001. Because that was the labor day weekend, his funeral was delayed till the end of the following week. I went back to work on the morning of 9/11/01. I arrived around 7:30 a.m. like I normally did to get the office opened, make coffee for the staff, etc. I was dreading that day, knowing people would be parading through the office to express their condolences. The office staff arrived at 8:30. The office was very serene until my daughter called me at about a quarter to nine to tell me a place had crashed into the one of the Twin Towers. While we were talking I remember her telling me, "Oh my God, another plane just hit the other tower!!!!" I told her I'd call her back. I immediately called my Father to tell him to turn on the news. My sister answered the phone and then it hit me that my Dad was gone. The remainder of the day was chaotic. They set up the big screen TV at the college auditorium and the staff and students spent most of the day watching the events unfolding.
That day halted my mourning process. We had family who had come from Texas and Connecticut who got stuck in Tampa because planes had been grounded.
9/11 robbed me of the normal mourning process a person goes through when they lose a loved one. I finally crashed the following February. My Father had this ritual where he would call each of his children on their Birthday at the time of their birth to wish them a "Happy Birthday." February 26, 2002, 5:21 a.m. No phone call. I crashed and went into a deep depression for about a month.
9/11: It has become my own "Day of Infamy."
Not only do I think of the victims of that frightful day (Two of which were graduates from the college where I worked and worked in the towers) but also the ones who have sacrificed their lives in war since that day.
God Bless the USA!
Louis
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joninliverton
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It was a moment for the whole world to reflect.
louis33705
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Jon, I do acknowledge what your country has also endured in times of war and terrorism. We all have suffered much. My frustration and question is, "When will this all end?" How many more lives need to be sacrificed? What motivates the killers of humanity? What are they angry at? What are they jealous of? Peace? Harmony among people? The fact that people of vast diversities can live in harmony with each other? What scares them to the point where they can invade counties, villages of normal people? Behead journalists who are merely doing their jobs of reporting the news? It all baffles me. Someone, please, give me an answer.
Louis
joninliverton
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No answer dude. If there was an answer then there would be no wars, no terrorism, but someone no doubt would find something to upset world peace. There has always been fighting since whenever, and I cannot see it stopping ever. What starts in the school playground ends up on the battlefield.
mikeyank
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Louis and Jon, the great Pete Seeger wrote a song called "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?, which asks the same questions.
Where Have All The Flowers Gone Lyrics
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Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
And Peter, Paul and Mary did this iconic version of this most meaningful song about this most perplexing question.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Beth
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I didn't really replay "the moment when I found out," until I heard a plane fly over this morning. A sad day for those who are gone, and we, that are here to carry on.
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Hi, guys,
I appreciate all your moving reflections on your experiences related to, and reactions, to, the tragedy of that fateful day. I offer my tears, and condolences, to all who have lost loved ones, because of acts of terror, or war.
To Louis, and others, who asked (and I paraphrase): "When will this sort of thing ever end?", I am sorry to say - I think it never will.
Some people are optimists, and hopeful about human nature - I am a pessimist, and I am not. Of course, there is a great deal that is GOOD about humanity, and people will always surprise and inspire their fellow human-beings with their deeds of selflessness and goodness and LOVE: just as the first responders did, on 9/11.
However, hate is a very powerful and visceral human impulse. While, more because of my religious faith (or my hope as a very troubled humanist) than because of my reading of history, I would never suggest that hate (or evil) will triumph FINALLY - I think they will ALWAYS be potent and awful factors to contend with, in human life.
Because, life is a terrifying experience: fraught with injustice and sorrow. And there is a great and enduring impulse, in our species, to affix the BLAME for our own sorrows and failings upon OTHERS - - - especially another community or group which we regard as being "other" than ourselves: in race, ethnicity, language, or religion. (Or even, sometimes, sexuality.) And to stigmatize and persecute those "others" (unjustly) for the unhappiness we ourselves feel.
Such persecution is always stupid and wrong, but it is exactly what we saw on 9/11, and we are seeing it happen once again, today, with ISIS/ISIL, and other such movements. It is, I think, a profoundly tragic pattern in human history - from the Spartans persecuting the Athenians, to the Romans persecuting the Carthaginians, to the Romans persecuting the Christians, to the Christians persecuting the Jews, to the princes of every medieval European principality persecuting everyone from every other medieval European principality. . . . to the likes of Stalin and Hitler and Pol Pot persecuting EVERYONE. . . right down to the travails of the present day :-(((
I am completely with those who say, "Let us just show kindness and warmth to others, act (in practical ways) for good, and act to end economic privation and despair - and this will HELP." Yes, if we do those things, it will SURELY help. Because economic privation and despair are always the biggest breeding-grounds for ideologies and movements which sponsor and effect slaughter and cruelty, as a way to advance their own wicked political ends.
However, I also believe that (following St. Augustine, especially read through the lens of Reinhold Niebuhr's reading of history): as long as there are human beings on this earth - there will be SOME of them, who try to exploit the pain of their fellow-human beings, to cause EVEN MORE PAIN, to other fellow-human beings - if only to aggrandize themselves. Or, in the very worst instance, to take a miserable PLEASURE, in the pain of others. I fear there will always be a significant minority of human beings who are just that wicked, and perverse - - - and who will always foment conflict, for its own sake.
I fear there is no hymn or prayer or good wish or kindly deed, that will ever make this kind of evil (REAL EVIL) disappear from the face of the earth, completely. And against such evil, good men and women will always have to struggle, mightily. I fear. And, be vigilant.
"A"
The Symphony of Sorrowful Songs, by Henryk Gorecki. (And here is a little background on the symphony, if you care to know about it - it is all about the depradations, and devastations, of war. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._3_(Górecki).
This music is profoundly moving, and profoundly tragic - just like our present day. You should not listen to this symphony, unless you are ready to dedicate some time to it, and weep. But for some of you, it might be important. Not everyone will want or be able to listen to this music. But I hope all of us will pray for, and do our best to work for, all those who suffer from war, and persecution, in our sad time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPhrG82nV2c
I appreciate all your moving reflections on your experiences related to, and reactions, to, the tragedy of that fateful day. I offer my tears, and condolences, to all who have lost loved ones, because of acts of terror, or war.
To Louis, and others, who asked (and I paraphrase): "When will this sort of thing ever end?", I am sorry to say - I think it never will.
Some people are optimists, and hopeful about human nature - I am a pessimist, and I am not. Of course, there is a great deal that is GOOD about humanity, and people will always surprise and inspire their fellow human-beings with their deeds of selflessness and goodness and LOVE: just as the first responders did, on 9/11.
However, hate is a very powerful and visceral human impulse. While, more because of my religious faith (or my hope as a very troubled humanist) than because of my reading of history, I would never suggest that hate (or evil) will triumph FINALLY - I think they will ALWAYS be potent and awful factors to contend with, in human life.
Because, life is a terrifying experience: fraught with injustice and sorrow. And there is a great and enduring impulse, in our species, to affix the BLAME for our own sorrows and failings upon OTHERS - - - especially another community or group which we regard as being "other" than ourselves: in race, ethnicity, language, or religion. (Or even, sometimes, sexuality.) And to stigmatize and persecute those "others" (unjustly) for the unhappiness we ourselves feel.
Such persecution is always stupid and wrong, but it is exactly what we saw on 9/11, and we are seeing it happen once again, today, with ISIS/ISIL, and other such movements. It is, I think, a profoundly tragic pattern in human history - from the Spartans persecuting the Athenians, to the Romans persecuting the Carthaginians, to the Romans persecuting the Christians, to the Christians persecuting the Jews, to the princes of every medieval European principality persecuting everyone from every other medieval European principality. . . . to the likes of Stalin and Hitler and Pol Pot persecuting EVERYONE. . . right down to the travails of the present day :-(((
I am completely with those who say, "Let us just show kindness and warmth to others, act (in practical ways) for good, and act to end economic privation and despair - and this will HELP." Yes, if we do those things, it will SURELY help. Because economic privation and despair are always the biggest breeding-grounds for ideologies and movements which sponsor and effect slaughter and cruelty, as a way to advance their own wicked political ends.
However, I also believe that (following St. Augustine, especially read through the lens of Reinhold Niebuhr's reading of history): as long as there are human beings on this earth - there will be SOME of them, who try to exploit the pain of their fellow-human beings, to cause EVEN MORE PAIN, to other fellow-human beings - if only to aggrandize themselves. Or, in the very worst instance, to take a miserable PLEASURE, in the pain of others. I fear there will always be a significant minority of human beings who are just that wicked, and perverse - - - and who will always foment conflict, for its own sake.
I fear there is no hymn or prayer or good wish or kindly deed, that will ever make this kind of evil (REAL EVIL) disappear from the face of the earth, completely. And against such evil, good men and women will always have to struggle, mightily. I fear. And, be vigilant.
"A"
The Symphony of Sorrowful Songs, by Henryk Gorecki. (And here is a little background on the symphony, if you care to know about it - it is all about the depradations, and devastations, of war. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphony_No._3_(Górecki).
This music is profoundly moving, and profoundly tragic - just like our present day. You should not listen to this symphony, unless you are ready to dedicate some time to it, and weep. But for some of you, it might be important. Not everyone will want or be able to listen to this music. But I hope all of us will pray for, and do our best to work for, all those who suffer from war, and persecution, in our sad time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPhrG82nV2c
mikeyank
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Unfortunately Ambi, I totally agree that it is part of the nature of mankind to murder and maim and torture and do whatever it takes to achieve power, whether it be in the name of God or the name of nationalistic pride or economic gain and riches or just a megalomaniac power trip.
Life can be a beautiful journey but there will always be evil and that is part of our struggle in life to do the best we can, with evil people still walking the face of the earth. Unfortunately the answer to Pete Seeger's metaphoric question in "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" of "Oh, when will they ever learn?" the sad answer is NEVER.
louis33705
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Ambi,
I am going share a story of my own personal 9/11 that I am experiencing at the present time. This is not for others' sympathies but to resond mainly to the question I have posed over and over again. Why?
My granddaughter was born while my daughter was a senior in high school. My daughter had an extremely hard time accepting and adjusting to motherhood. As soon as she graduated from high school she moved out leaving me her child to care for. I had been a single parent since my divorce and then I found myself as a single grandparent. I cared for my precious Honey for three years alone. Linda (my ex) was on disability at the time so she would watch Honey during the weekdays when I went to work. I would pack her bag with her formula, diapers, extra set of clothes and drop her off every morning. I would then pick her up after work and we would go home. I did this for three years. I was there for all her milestones. She took her first steps at the age of nine (9) months. She rejected her bottle at ten (10) months. She was babbling understanding words by the age of one. She was easy to potty train because she hated a dirty or wet diaper. She would tell me, "welo, change" The only time her mother saw her was on Sundays. I had continued the family tradition of making a big Sunday dinner for all of us each week. My daughter eventually moved back in not long after Honey's third birthday. She stayed with us for another three years, all the while teaching her by example the responsibilities of parenting. She got a job offer in a neighboring city across the bay and the two of them moved when Honey was 6 y/o. They have done extremely well. My daughter has now been with the company for over ten years. Honey is a Junior in high school. She is not only an honor student but also an accomplished violinist whose school chamber orchestra traveled to New York City for competition this past February and won first place. While Honey has always maintained contact with her biological father, I am the one who always gets either a card or present from her on Father's Day.
Now, on to my present situation. My son, Junior. Junior quit school at the age of 16, got a job and moved out on his own. At the time he was preparing to move out, he said the reason was that he did not approve of my lifestyle. Both of my children knew I was gay from an early age. However, I had put my personal life on hold while I was raising them. He is now 37 years old and has struggled with a drug and alcohol problem all of his adult life. He met a girl about 12 years ago and married 6 years ago. Two days before they were married he called me to tell me they had planned to elope and get married in the Keys. It was going to be a private ceremony for just the two of them. We were not invited. We found out later they had rented a big house and all their friends were there for the affair. His wife comes from a broken home and very dysfunctional family. It has been obvious that she is jealous of the relationship my family unit has. When my grandson (I'll refer to him as III) was born, Linda, my daughter, Honey and I stood vigil in the waiting room for almost 24 hours before the baby arrived. When the baby did come, Linda and I were only given five, FIVE (5) minutes to see him. That was just the beginning of the rejection. We have been excluded from celebrating holidays, birthdays, etc., etc. with them.
March, 2014: Junior moved his family to another state but returned for a month to complete his job commitment with the company he worked for.
April, 2014: Junior was ready to move the rest of their stuff to their new home and asked his mom, Linda, to drive her truck packed with the last of their belongings. Since Linda is disabled, she expressed concern about making that trip herself. I offered to drive. She informed Junior I was going too. The next thing I know, I get a phone call from my son. He was obviously in a drunken stupor. He said he didn't want me to come. He said things like:
You're a fucking loser.
I don't want my son to know what a loser you are.
You love your granddaughter more than you love your own grandson.
I'm sorry I named him after you.
I don't give a fuck who you fuck, you faggot.
He also threatened that when he saw my face again, he would beat the fucking shit out of me. He vowed to make my life miserable till the day I died.
I have stood by him since he first left home. I bailed him out of jail the many times he was arrested. I have paid for several of his attorney fees. I accompanied him to every court hearing he had.
That has been my 9/11 since April of this year. Not only has it affected me, but also Linda, our daughter and Honey.
Again, I ask. Why?
I am going share a story of my own personal 9/11 that I am experiencing at the present time. This is not for others' sympathies but to resond mainly to the question I have posed over and over again. Why?
My granddaughter was born while my daughter was a senior in high school. My daughter had an extremely hard time accepting and adjusting to motherhood. As soon as she graduated from high school she moved out leaving me her child to care for. I had been a single parent since my divorce and then I found myself as a single grandparent. I cared for my precious Honey for three years alone. Linda (my ex) was on disability at the time so she would watch Honey during the weekdays when I went to work. I would pack her bag with her formula, diapers, extra set of clothes and drop her off every morning. I would then pick her up after work and we would go home. I did this for three years. I was there for all her milestones. She took her first steps at the age of nine (9) months. She rejected her bottle at ten (10) months. She was babbling understanding words by the age of one. She was easy to potty train because she hated a dirty or wet diaper. She would tell me, "welo, change" The only time her mother saw her was on Sundays. I had continued the family tradition of making a big Sunday dinner for all of us each week. My daughter eventually moved back in not long after Honey's third birthday. She stayed with us for another three years, all the while teaching her by example the responsibilities of parenting. She got a job offer in a neighboring city across the bay and the two of them moved when Honey was 6 y/o. They have done extremely well. My daughter has now been with the company for over ten years. Honey is a Junior in high school. She is not only an honor student but also an accomplished violinist whose school chamber orchestra traveled to New York City for competition this past February and won first place. While Honey has always maintained contact with her biological father, I am the one who always gets either a card or present from her on Father's Day.
Now, on to my present situation. My son, Junior. Junior quit school at the age of 16, got a job and moved out on his own. At the time he was preparing to move out, he said the reason was that he did not approve of my lifestyle. Both of my children knew I was gay from an early age. However, I had put my personal life on hold while I was raising them. He is now 37 years old and has struggled with a drug and alcohol problem all of his adult life. He met a girl about 12 years ago and married 6 years ago. Two days before they were married he called me to tell me they had planned to elope and get married in the Keys. It was going to be a private ceremony for just the two of them. We were not invited. We found out later they had rented a big house and all their friends were there for the affair. His wife comes from a broken home and very dysfunctional family. It has been obvious that she is jealous of the relationship my family unit has. When my grandson (I'll refer to him as III) was born, Linda, my daughter, Honey and I stood vigil in the waiting room for almost 24 hours before the baby arrived. When the baby did come, Linda and I were only given five, FIVE (5) minutes to see him. That was just the beginning of the rejection. We have been excluded from celebrating holidays, birthdays, etc., etc. with them.
March, 2014: Junior moved his family to another state but returned for a month to complete his job commitment with the company he worked for.
April, 2014: Junior was ready to move the rest of their stuff to their new home and asked his mom, Linda, to drive her truck packed with the last of their belongings. Since Linda is disabled, she expressed concern about making that trip herself. I offered to drive. She informed Junior I was going too. The next thing I know, I get a phone call from my son. He was obviously in a drunken stupor. He said he didn't want me to come. He said things like:
You're a fucking loser.
I don't want my son to know what a loser you are.
You love your granddaughter more than you love your own grandson.
I'm sorry I named him after you.
I don't give a fuck who you fuck, you faggot.
He also threatened that when he saw my face again, he would beat the fucking shit out of me. He vowed to make my life miserable till the day I died.
I have stood by him since he first left home. I bailed him out of jail the many times he was arrested. I have paid for several of his attorney fees. I accompanied him to every court hearing he had.
That has been my 9/11 since April of this year. Not only has it affected me, but also Linda, our daughter and Honey.
Again, I ask. Why?
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mikeyank
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Dear Louis,
I feel so badly that you are going through all of this. I certainly cannot directly relate as I've never come close to having any children of my own. However through this forum, two of the men who I've become real friends with, (one a current member, and the other a former member) both were married and have children, and neither one has much of a relationship with their sons. I don't know If this is a coincidence, but it seems that perhaps guys have more of a problem with accepting their gay fathers, than girls do.
But whatever the situation is, I'm glad that you are a member of the Broke Straight Boys "family" forum, Louis. You have an extended, even transatlantic family here that love you and care about you. Please feel free to share anything that you'd like with us. You are a very good man, with a big heart, and I'm sorry that you are going though this now, my friend.
I feel so badly that you are going through all of this. I certainly cannot directly relate as I've never come close to having any children of my own. However through this forum, two of the men who I've become real friends with, (one a current member, and the other a former member) both were married and have children, and neither one has much of a relationship with their sons. I don't know If this is a coincidence, but it seems that perhaps guys have more of a problem with accepting their gay fathers, than girls do.
But whatever the situation is, I'm glad that you are a member of the Broke Straight Boys "family" forum, Louis. You have an extended, even transatlantic family here that love you and care about you. Please feel free to share anything that you'd like with us. You are a very good man, with a big heart, and I'm sorry that you are going though this now, my friend.
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Hi, Louis ~
I guess when I replied to this thread, I was thinking more of "9/11" as a discrete event, rather than as a broader metaphor for life's tragedies: in which capacity it can definitely serve. I just didn't conceive of it that way, when I replied.
So, on that personal level, let me say that I don't things are as hopeless as they are, on the political level ~ though they can be just as hurtful, and sometimes, just as protracted in the finding of solutions. (When there are problems with family, sometimes there can be a breakthrough in the "peace process" - - - sometimes détente is the best one can hope for. It depends.)
All I would say, in response to your personal reflections, is:
*Thank you for sharing them. As a friend, I appreciate this.
*You have been through a lot, trying to share love with your family (all of whom have not always, or not YET, reciprocated in kind): but all your friends here are with you, in complete empathy.
*You are a fine, kind, and caring person - and I have no doubt that the kindness you have shared, will have good effects you can't yet perceive. Whether one wants to call it "karma", as the Buddhists do; tikkun olam (mending the world) as Jewish scholars do; the healing power of mercy, as Christians do; or the completion of the circle of life, as Native elders do. . . I am sure that your love is having a very large impact upon the people you love. . . even if its visible results are taking time to show themselves, and causing you worry.
Louis, I cannot say how precisely all of these worries of yours will ultimately resolve - but I do believe (completely) that your love and care and good works to those around you, are making their world a better place for them. As they do for us.
Love,
"A" XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
I guess when I replied to this thread, I was thinking more of "9/11" as a discrete event, rather than as a broader metaphor for life's tragedies: in which capacity it can definitely serve. I just didn't conceive of it that way, when I replied.
So, on that personal level, let me say that I don't things are as hopeless as they are, on the political level ~ though they can be just as hurtful, and sometimes, just as protracted in the finding of solutions. (When there are problems with family, sometimes there can be a breakthrough in the "peace process" - - - sometimes détente is the best one can hope for. It depends.)
All I would say, in response to your personal reflections, is:
*Thank you for sharing them. As a friend, I appreciate this.
*You have been through a lot, trying to share love with your family (all of whom have not always, or not YET, reciprocated in kind): but all your friends here are with you, in complete empathy.
*You are a fine, kind, and caring person - and I have no doubt that the kindness you have shared, will have good effects you can't yet perceive. Whether one wants to call it "karma", as the Buddhists do; tikkun olam (mending the world) as Jewish scholars do; the healing power of mercy, as Christians do; or the completion of the circle of life, as Native elders do. . . I am sure that your love is having a very large impact upon the people you love. . . even if its visible results are taking time to show themselves, and causing you worry.
Louis, I cannot say how precisely all of these worries of yours will ultimately resolve - but I do believe (completely) that your love and care and good works to those around you, are making their world a better place for them. As they do for us.
Love,
"A" XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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"A".
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"A".
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Hi Louis,
Sorry you're having a tough time with your son. However, sometimes you just have to accept the way things have turned out, upsetting as they are. Otherwise, it will only make your remaining years miserable, and that wouldn't be nice would it ? On a protective side of things, I would mention the threats etc to Linda or someone else just as close. People do crazy things when they're drugged up and drunk, if you know what I'm saying. Keep safe.
Sorry you're having a tough time with your son. However, sometimes you just have to accept the way things have turned out, upsetting as they are. Otherwise, it will only make your remaining years miserable, and that wouldn't be nice would it ? On a protective side of things, I would mention the threats etc to Linda or someone else just as close. People do crazy things when they're drugged up and drunk, if you know what I'm saying. Keep safe.
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