Lucky Seven
Today is Patriot Day, the memorial of Nine-Eleven, when a few thousand Americans lost their lives in a terroist attack seven years ago to date. We could never claim we really saw it coming; we were deceived, we would all agree - and yet on this we would not agree, that it was the greatest strategic hit upon a nation to date - and though many knew something like this was up, in no way did we consider the horrific outcome of that memorable day. Caught by surprise we became as vigilant as the Jews - "never again" - and yet, somehow, seven years later, we still cannot read the simple significance of this event.
We've become immune to the facts right before our very eyes. In the midst of mourning loved ones, in the guise of keeping a memorial for a photo-shoot during the present campaign, we have either become spiritually blinded or a little numb to recognize the basic things: nine-eleven, rendered 911 numerically, is a call for help; and number 2: the planes that were hijacked were from the airplanes labeled United and American. These things were brought to pass before our eyes previously - and we ridiculed it, but now after all the furor has died in prosecuting terrorists and on the verge of having a proper memorial at Ground Zero, can we not reflect at how these two things converged? So, let's say - could we? - that we Americans, of the United States - not Central Americans, Mexicans or even the Canadians - are in need of help? Could it be possible that we are being told something here? Yet, dismissing some of the biblically-guessed or apocalyptic themes which have come out of this terrorisit attack, whereby the collapse of the Twin Towers was somehow prophesied by, let's say, Nostradamus, let's all agree on one thing: Americans, unitedly, don't need help! We believe that whatever we do need, we can do ourselves.
That, of course, is our flaw. This is not an essay on resisting the help of people from the outside or from other nations. One thing we, in the form of our govenment, are good at is getting or requesting the help of others in our pursuits. However, when it comes to the inward strength that we need in order to persevere, the type our soldiers call upon when in the heat of battle, we don't wish to have that kind of help. We are a stubbon people, not willing to negotiate, pursuing our own agenda up to the point where it will, how should we say....kill us? Suppose, in all of our works, as a nation, that God is not with us. That should be pretty frightening to a people.If indeed, we don't need help, why would we even depend upon him? We have protected the borders, we have kept our enemies at bay and believe we are safe. No, we are not safe from someone who comes in from the outside and catches us by surprise. As Americans , we are united in saying, "Well, anything can happen." We all agree that it's the outside world that is after us, whereby we can at last, today, trust one another. Perhaps it might be better to get out before the implosion occurs?
An abominnable thing was seen the other day: drivers loading into a gas station to fill up, 3 out of four of them parked their car at the first pump they came to. Now, it used to be that when you came up to the pumps you park at the one right in front of you; this way, you could pull out faster and others could park and fill up at the pump behind you. Not here; somehow, these observed drivers felt that they should stop at the first pump they came to, forcing other drivers to go around and back into the pump in front of them. Also, when the same drivers wanted to leave, they too had to back up. Where's the wisdom, even in the simple matters? Where is the self-lessness inside the nation that we boast of so proudly upon the streets of Baghdad? When three out of four drivers think of themselves, are we not united in our selfishness? No wonder people are blind to the simple significance of Nine-Eleven!