Hey folks,
My prayers and condolences go out to all involved in this tragedy. I never thought that I would see such a devastating event in my life time. One imagines democracy as the predecessor to freedom. Today we have been proven wrong.
Once again...my sincerest thoughts are with those people affected by the events of today.
Asif

 

somebody just told me that if you add up the digits of
the flights, it become 12, 13, 14 and 15... and today's
date is 11. so, it becomes 11, 12, 13, 14 and 15.
is this true?
does it mean anything?
or... are they trying to tell us something, like the next
target or plan...???

scary!

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by johnyboy32
[B]
Please remember that we killed nearly a hundred thousand people to end WWII.

 

and todays date is 9/11: 911 It was a bunch of porsche owners! seriously, probably just a coincidence

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by ultimate lurker
[B]On another note, please don't let this panic you economically.

 

i dunno... this sounds so scary... too scary...
somebody just sent me this... it gives me chils down my spine.



"In the City of God there will be a great thunder, Two
brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the fortress
endures, the great leader will succumb, The third big
war will begin when the big city is burning." -

Nostradamus 1654

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Tanqueray
[B]

Johnyboy,

This was directed at me, but I don't have a clue what you are trying to say to me.

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by The Raptor
[B]September 11 is the date of both the signing of the Camp David accords and the assassination of Anwar Sadat.

I think we should hit every known terrorist camp in the Middle East with every aircraft and cruise missile we've got.

 

I have connections to people who have been in and got out of the building and sadly, stories of people who didn't. These are chilling stories...
A friend of mine's Uncle was on the 72nd floor of the (2nd hit) building. After the first was hit, he ran all the way down the stairs and got out just in time to see the second plane hit his building...He's ok.
A friend of mine has a sister that goes to school somewhere in NY. Her roomate's husband was on the 104th floor of the (2nd hit) building. After he saw the other building hit (out of his window I guess) ((scary stuff)) he called his wife and told her that they told him not to evacuate or that they wouldn't let him. He hasn't been heard from since...
My brother's friend Tamis attends MIT. She IMed him and told him that her friend was on the first airplane highjacked ( first plane to hit the WTC)...
A friend just told me he talked to a woman earlier today that said her son (who is working at the WTC) called her cell and said, "Mom, I am surrounded by flames. I just wanted to tell you I love you." I don't believe he has been heard from since...
And last, a friend of mine who attends NYSU was on her way to class when it happened. She saw the plane hit the building right in front of her. Check out the article (Professor's daughter witnesses horror)at www.newsok.com .
Please pray for all those involved. I'm so sorry if any of you have lost loved ones.
blakers

 

This resonates with me. Shortly after I woke up this morning, my friend called
and told me that a "plane crashed into the trade center." I went to my bedroom window, pulled open the drapes, and saw the shocking reality of a massive smoking hole in the world trade center. It was like I was in two worlds at once -- half of me standing in my underwear, brushing my teeth, while the other half was transported a few short miles downtown to the scene of the vicious crime. It was like being a few inches from a person that had been shot through the head -- it was that disturbing. I could feel the distance between me and that place shrinking. Throughout the whole day, it was like two worlds. I am not very eloquent right now. I've spent most of the day with my head metaphorically in my hands. My house is like a refugee camp for my friends that live near wall street. I can't stop feeling the presence of all the people that are dying under the rubble now as I type this. They're calling out with their cell phones. We tried to help, but they won't let us past Canal Street. We are all just distracting ourselves, but we are dying with those people and we can't do anything to help them. Some of the hardest-working, most talented people in our world are in there. It's impossible to convey the depths to which our hearts fell when the first tower dropped. There is no point in romanticising this experience -- this is a pathetic tragedy. When I was fleeing my midtown office (more to avoid the panic than any real danger), I rode a few floors down the elevator with a man and his young son. He told me that his son had missed his bus that morning and that he had been angry, but now he was very grateful to spend the day with his boy. In my mind, we all underwent a similar journey from the banal to the profound today, and those of us that lived can rest tonight grateful that we made it through this extreme experience. An awesome number of people will not make it. There was a beautiful sunset over Manhattan tonight and so many people spent it in the darkness.

Good night to them.


p.s. I'm sorry to not respond to some private messages; I'm not spending much time online right now.