12 years ago a terrible tragedy happened here in the US. I won’t go into the details, because I’m sure you all know them. You know the number of deaths as a result of the actions of those terrorists that day. You’ve heard the phone calls to loved ones in the last minutes. You’ve seen the footage of people leaping to their deaths. You’ve seen the video footage of people racing to get away from the falling debris.
I had a whole article planned out for today, talking about the loss of civil liberties in the US since 9/11. I was going to cover some of the major conspiracy theories out there. I was going to talk about how we, as a country, have become a nation that responds to everything with a fearful knee-jerk reaction.
I’m not going to do that. Instead, I’m going to take a moment to pray. I’m going to pray for the people who died that day. I’m going to pray for the families and friends of the people who died that day. The husbands and wives, the children, the parents, the bowling teams, the friends who only knew each other online from playing games together. I’m going to pray for the people who responded – the policemen, the firemen, the paramedics. The people who ran into the fray instead of away from it, even though they had no idea what was happening.
I’m going to pray for the people who lead our country. The President, the Vice President. The members of Congress. I’m going to pray for the leaders and people of foreign countries, both those near us and those far from us.
I’m going to pray that someday we can all live together in peace. I’m going to pray that no matter what color your skin is, no matter what god you worship, no matter who you love, no matter how you dress, that we can all live together and love each other. Not as Americans. Not as Canadians. Not as French or Italians or Syrian or Iranian or Australian or Icelandic. As people. As human beings.
I’m going to pray for all the people of earth that maybe ~ just maybe ~ we could start to learn not to hate each other. I’m not going to ask everyone to love their neighbor. I’m not going to ask everyone to go out and give away flowers and hugs.
I’ll save my tirades for another day. Today, of all days, I’m going to pray.
Clyde O. Watson