i'm thinkin of u all, n as a warning, it may

[betrayed-deagol]

Daddy's Day at School:

 

Her hair was up in a ponytail

 

Her favourite dress tied with a bow.

 

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

 

And she couldn't wait to go.

 

 

But her mommy tried to tell her,

 

That she probably should stay home.

 

Why the kids might not understand,

 

If she went to school alone.

 

 

But she was not afraid;

 

She knew just what to say.

 

What to tell her classmates

 

Of why he wasn't there today.

 

 

But still her mother worried,

 

For her to face this day alone.

 

And that was why once again,

 

She tried to keep her daughter home.

 

 

But the little girl went to school,

 

Eager to tell them all.

 

About a dad she never sees

 

A dad who never calls.

 

 

There were daddies along the wall in back,

 

For everyone to meet.

 

Children squirming impatiently,

 

Anxious in their seats.

 

 

One by one the teacher called,

 

A student from the class.

 

To introduce their daddy,

 

As seconds slowly passed.

 

 

At last the teacher called her name,

 

Every child turned to stare.

 

Each of them was searching,

 

For a man who wasn't there.

 

 

"Where's her daddy at?"

 

She heard a boy call out.

 

"She probably doesn't have one,"

 

Another student dared to shout.

 

 

And from somewhere near the back,

 

She heard a daddy say,

 

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

 

Too busy to waste his day."

 

 

The words did not offend her,

 

As she smiled up at her Mom.

 

And looked back at her teacher,

 

Who told her to go on.

 

 

And with hands behind her back,

 

Slowly she began to speak.

 

And out from the mouth of a child,

 

Came words incredibly unique.

 

 

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

 

Because he lives so far away.

 

But I know he wishes he could be,

 

Since this is such a special day.

 

 

And though you cannot meet him,

 

I wanted you to know.

 

All about my daddy,

 

And how much he loves me so.

 

 

He loved to tell me stories

 

He taught me to ride my bike.

 

He surprised me with pink roses,

 

And taught me to fly a kite.

 

 

We used to share fudge sundaes,

 

And ice cream in a cone.

 

And though you cannot see him,

 

I'm not standing here alone.

 

 

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

 

Even though we are apart

 

I know because he told me,

 

He'll forever be in my heart"

 

 

With that, her little hand reached up,

 

And lay across her chest.

 

Feeling her own heartbeat,

 

Beneath her favourite dress.

 

 

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,

 

Her mother stood in tears.

 

Proudly watching her daughter,

 

Who was wise beyond her years.

 

 

For she stood up for the love

 

Of a man not in her life.

 

Doing what was best for her,

 

Doing what was right.

 

 

And when she dropped her hand back down,

 

Staring straight into the crowd.

 

She finished with a voice so soft,

 

But its message clear and loud.

 

 

"I love my daddy very much,

 

He's my shining star.

 

And if he could, he'd be here,

 

But heaven's just too far.

 

 

You see he was a fireman

 

And died just this past year

 

When airplanes hit the towers

 

And taught Americans to fear.

 

 

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

 

It's like he never went away."

 

And then she closed her eyes,

 

And saw him there that day.

 

 

And to her mother's amazement,

 

She witnessed with surprise.

 

A room full of daddies and children,

 

All starting to close their eyes.

 

 

Who knows what they saw before them,

 

Who knows what they felt inside.

 

Perhaps for merely a second,

 

They saw him at her side.

 

 

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

 

To the silence she called out.

 

And what happened next made believers,

 

Of those once filled with doubt.

 

 

Not one in that room could explain it,

 

For each of their eyes had been closed.

 

But there on the desk beside her,

 

Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

 

 

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

 

By the love of her shining bright star.

 

And given the gift of believing,

 

That heaven is never too far

 

>

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

[Melde_Amy]

wow. thats so sweet. it made me cry just a little.

[stanmarsh]

So sweet Jody.

[KB]

:)

[Jedi Lunch Box]

that was great

[BEX (PSP)]

I recieved this a few months ago, I was crying my eyes out, its sooo touching. I'm filling up again now.

Thanks for posting it honey...

[Jog]

I got told a story about a man,

 

He had a meeting in a park in New York to talk about his business one morning. If the meeting went well the outcome for him would be good (can't quite remember). On that morning he got a phone call saying his meeting was no longer in the park and had been moved to a World Trade Centre. It was his daughters birthday, he kissed his wife and daughter goodbye and told her she would be back in time to cut the cake. He was early so he thought he wouldn't take the subway and would take the boat which goes from New York to Manhattan. He grabbed a coffee, got on the boat and headed for the World Trade Centres. When he arrived he walked into the lobby when he heard an explosion, he turned and saw a large amount of glass fall from outside. A woman ran towards him with severe burns and fall to the ground. He comforted her later going to the mens toilets to get some wet tissues for her burns. An endless amount of people were coming down the stairs and rushing out of the building. He knew he had to get her out so picked her up and went to the door. If he tried to get here out now she would be crushed. He shouted at everyone to wait as he moved through the door and they did. He got the woman outside and helped her walk as far away from the building as possible. Ambulances arrived and she was assisted. The man looked up at the building with his hands over his mouth, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He felt he had to go back in and help others but he was soon being pushed away and told to walk away from the trade centres by firefighters. He started to walk home and as he did looked up at another low flying plane, as it hit the other trade centre everyone cried out in shock, many shouting out "I can't believe this is happening", people all around him in tears.

 

He arrived home to his wife and daughter who were so pleased to see him, they wern't sure weather he was dead or alive. Later that week he found out his sister and her daughter were on their way to Disney Land, on flight 11. The plane that hit 1WTC.

[BEX (PSP)]

Oh my god, it's one of those things, he was sooo lucky in one sense, but still suffered loss.

 

I remember the day well. I was at work, A place called Getronics in MK.

My sister called me to tell me it had happened, you could not even imagine the scale of what had happened, I tried to get on the net to see, but the web was so congested, there was no chance.

 

The floor on which I worked was shared with Morgan Stanley, they was shocked, as they knew people who worked at the WTC....

 

It was a terrible day, which from the sounds of it could have been prevented, Thanks Mr Bush, nice to know you care.........

[Smaug]

Deags! *lips quivers* *bursts into tears*

 

I remember that day very well, we were sat in English literature in college and a History teacher walked through the classroom wearing a WWII helmet and he shouted "We're at war!" Personally, I thought finally but I had no idea what happened.

 

Me and a friend walked home and as soon as I opened the door the phone rang, it was my dad. "Get you mother Rachel." "Why?" "Don't- jjust get your mother." "Gee! OK." After about 5 mins on the phone my mum told me to turn on the news. You have to flick through all five channels to get to the channel for sky. I was going to put on BBC news 24. I flicked through and went past channel five and laughed. "Looks like another crap disaster movie on channel five again." A second later the same picture was on BBC News 24.

 

I was so shocked! My mind couldn't accept that some one would do that. I saw the towers collapse and I was dumb founded. Also the pictures of the people in afganistan? (where ever) celebrating!! The country where these suicide bombers came from people were celebrating! I will never forget that and to this day I don't care how many of them get blown into little pieces by the allied forces. The celebrated for heavens sake. I have no respect for them what-so-ever.

 

My dad was evacuated from Canary Warf that day and he took a week off work, but every day we worried. Thank heavens he doesn't work there any more.

 

 

So there ya go.

[sadboy]

I was at Disneyland Paris that day. Remember going back to the hotel and finding security everywhere in the hotel, searching your bags as you went in. Went back to our room took a shower and came out to find my wife and kids sitting on the bed with a very shocked look on their faces. Joined them for I don't know how long watching in amazement.

 

I guess you read the stories on this thread and for me it just means enjoy life while you can because you never know whats round the corner or when fate will deal you a cruel blow.

[Schmooz]

*sniffs*

poems and stuff like that that i get sent or i read always get to me. i'm like that i guess...

 

i think i remember when i hread about it, i had got in from school and wondered why the hell the same thing was on every channel on the TV.

it was awful though and should never have happened, i cant even imagine what it must have been like for those families affected

 

[showmasters]

That first poem is really moving. The real human impact that day had on people.

 

Jason and I were in LA on Sept 11th 2001, and it was really early in the morning there when the planes hit the Twin Towers. We had only been asleep for a couple of hours when a friend rang us and told us to put the tv on. It was just before the second plane hit. The atmosphere in that country on that day is something that I'll never forget. it was a mixture of complete disbelief, intense fear, terrible sorrow, and incredible anger! To begin with, no-one really seemed to know what to do, although where we were in LA there was a lot of fear that something was going to happen there too. Also, something that I think is more apparent as were in The US, was that there was this feeling of whether the attacks were actually over. people seemed to be waiting in anticipation. We left LA and went and stayed for the day with a friend in Orange County, but on the way we stopped at a diner. People talking in there were full of the desire for revenge and I truely believe that based on peoples feelings in that country on the preceeding days, if they could have shown that another 'country' had been responsible for the attack, they would probably have used the bomb.

 

Several days later there was a day of rememberence, and that evening was without doubt the most moving thing I have ever seen. We were driving to a meeting, and it was just getting dark, and on literally EVERY street corner were people holding candles, being perfectly still. When I say everwhere, I mean everywhere. There was no class or, religious or racial distinction, just 'people' all united in what they felt, for maybe the first time that I have ever seen that en masse. All I could think is that if the world was more like America was that night, many of the terrible things that happen, wouldn't. But the really sad thing was that the events that had made me think like that were actually going to change the world forvever in exactly the opposite way!

 

Mark

[vamps!]

Several days later there was a day of rememberence, and that evening was without doubt the most moving thing I have ever seen. We were driving to a meeting, and it was just getting dark, and on literally EVERY street corner were people holding candles, being perfectly still. When I say everwhere, I mean everywhere. There was no class or, religious or racial distinction, just 'people' all united in what they felt, for maybe the first time that I have ever seen that en masse. All I could think is that if the world was more like America was that night, many of the terrible things that happen, wouldn't. But the really sad thing was that the events that had made me think like that were actually going to change the world forvever in exactly the opoposite way!

 

Mark

Thats actually quite touching, makes you wonder why we only ever seem to get together in bad times and all the rest of the time, we are at each others throat, for one reason or another.

 

 

By the way welcome back home Mark!!!!!!!!

[LilElfGirl]

I was In Michigan when the WTC came down within minutes of the first plane hitting, the hotel I was in was on lockdown we were not allowed to leave the hotel not even to get food it was so surreal police everywhere making sure no-one left the reason behind this was there was a very large US forces base a few miles from the hotel and it was a suspected target a truly terrifying thought. The year after I was at Summer Camp USA and after camp had finished every volunteer travelled into NYC on Sept 11th to give respect to those who died.......

 

Elfiexx

[betrayed-deagol]

On the day it happened, i left school early to meet a friend in town n she took me into the central library to watch what was happening on the internet. We then went home and were glued to the TV. We all jumped when the phone rang to let us know that my cousin had commited suicide because some of her friends had died; including the man who had just promised to be the father of her child, Rosie.

The images still haunt me to this day; but as Matt has shown me; life does go on.

 

(he bought me a bunch of pink roses after he read this poem too because he cares)