To: Yaacov who wrote (3704 ) 9/16/2001 10:12:43 AM From: average joe Respond to of 23908 "The horror that we are struggling with is hard to describe. The days of this past week have fallen away in slow motion, like the petals of a dying rose -- beauty giving way to decay, piece by excruciating piece. Thousands of loving, caring, hard working human beings -- each with a unique story, gone forever. Five proud, magnificent buildings now just a mountain of grey powder, carried on the boots of weary rescuers. As I watch them, I wonder if they realize that these ruins will remain with them forever, permeating not only their minds and hearts, but their bodies as well. Those paper masks can't possibly filter out all of the minute airborne particles of brick, wood, metal, flesh and blood, inhaled with every breath -- assimilated into their own flesh and blood. Their feet are growing painfully infected as the water they stand in at ground zero becomes contaminated with decay. But they are unrelenting. They are digging with their bare hands, driven by the hope that they might come upon something soft and warm. One volunteer wept as he described how while sifting in this way, he suddenly found his fingers moving over a human hand, a hand which gently scratched across his knuckles. He had found a survivor buried except for that one hand, and that person was pulled out alive. The horror has been beyond expression, as we try to find a way to process unspeakable images. Survivors speak of blood raining down in torrents from the folding stories above them, of human torches running through doorways, their hair melted to charred faces, of fellow workers being blown out windows to their deaths one hundred floors below. But they are not just bodies. The victims are presented to us one by one, their loved ones tell us their stories. And they become our own, and we mourn for each. We will never be the same again. This is a new day in America. Through our radios and our televisions we have become intimate with disaster. That intimacy has given birth to unlikely bonds. Today, tatooed members of gangs stand side by side with bankers, and grandmothers, and policemen -- holding up tiny candles in the dark and clutching the American flag. We are crying together. Those who seemed alien to us a few days ago are now our family members. We stand closer to each other for a little comfort and for precious human warmth. I'm wondering what the barbarians thought they would achieve. If they thought they would paralyze us, they have failed -instead the have mobilized us. If they thought they would divide us they have failed, as they have unified us. If they thought they would make us weaker, they were very wrong. We are crying, but we are crying together and we are stronger. We are one people, under God. We will never be the same again, but should we be? Soon, young men who wandered the night streets without purpose will suddenly find their days filled with activities far removed from MTV and video games, and they will become men. The things we thought mattered so much on Monday, no longer mattered on Tuesday. Those brave passengers of the hijacked airplanes didn't make their last calls to find out what their bank balance was, or how their stocks were doing -- they called home to say "I love you" and goodbye. Cary Rogosky"The above was posted by Caryn Rogosky somewhere else...