Never Forget 9-11: Thirteen Years

IWS Profile PicListening to Glenn Beck this morning, is making my heart ache. I remember 9/11/2001.

Thirteen years ago.

I heard an alert on the radio, ran downstairs and turned on the television. After what seemed like hours of stunned silence, I saw the second plane hit the towers and waited for the anchors, watching live, to process what was going on. See… up to that point, they (we) were watching a horrible accident — a plane had somehow gone astray, malfunctioned, and accidentally hit the World Trade Towers.

Now that I look back on it, I believe I processed exactly what was happening, long before the television heads watching live with me, figured it out. We were under attack.

I called my two oldest children downstairs and we all watched in horror. I explained what I thought we were seeing. I answered questions as best I could. When the kids wanted to go do something else, I let them. I just sat there and watched, knowing our world will no longer be the same.

I prayed.

Last night, President Obama said that we will be going BACK into Iraq to push back ISIS/ISIL. On the day before the anniversary of 9/11, when thousands of aliens of unknown nationality are pouring over the borders, when we are being warned of more “chatter” about attacks on American soil… our president commits to more meddling in the Middle East, and, by the way, ISIL isn’t an extremist Muslim group.

So this morning, what else can I do? I reflect on what I know to be true, and what I know to be a lie. I ponder what it may mean to me and my family for me to take a stand for a principle or idea today, that might become politically incorrect tomorrow. And I pray for our nation.

I pray that my children, too young at the time, to understand what was really happening; what was–and is–at stake in the battle against good and evil….

I pray that they will not be as complacent as we were on September TENTH, 2001. I pray that they will not falter and succumb to the lie that is political correctness. Intellectual slavery, you go by the initials, P.C.

I pray that my children (and your children) will become aware, bold and strong in their faith, their convictions, and instilled with a firm reliance on the Divine Providence that blessed this country at its founding.

I pray that we, the parents, the ones responsible for raising the next generation of Americans, can muster the strength that only God can provide, and pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor to protecting and defending our great nation, for our posterity.

I pray … God bless America.

On this alone, I Will Stand.

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