The FiReCrAcKeR
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Even Heroes have the right to bleed...
So... with all of this packing and cleaning you're bound to come across things that you haven't seen for a while. Some things that you can just throw out (JMU tests), others that have some sort of sentimental value to them (Ah, pictures), some that you didn't think you saved but found and want to destroy (some other pictures!!), etc.
Well, i'm gonna share with you all an excerpt from a letter from a good friend- one who has since passed away as a result of 9-11-01. He actually died a year later (on 9-11-02), but as a result from injuries sustained on 9-11-01. Anyways, on to writing... here's an excerpt from a letter from Leigh Michael Osment, 3/02:
"he looked at me, eyes so so sad, and pulled from his pocket a picture... a tattered, bloodstained picture of a little girl. He told me all about her, how she was his granddaughter, and how he loved her very much and to tell her that everything was going to be ok and to 'spread as much love as she could in this solemn world.' I told him I would do my best to find the girl, and tell her his message, but assured him that his chances of survival were pretty good. He smiled at me and looked away. We got him out from the debris but on the way to the hospital he coded, and died of heart failure...
"I kept that with me... and as a personal thing, I kept looking for his granddaughter. And one day, six months later, I happened to find her. I told her his message and she was awestruck. She said it had special meaning for her because her grandfather was a widowed man, who never gave up on love, but, she had negative experiences in the past and her grandfathers word gave her a light into the future. It was at this point i realized my carrer path helped certain people more than just providing emergency care for them...
"I'm writing about all of this to you because I know that you've been discouraged. Because I know this country has been discouraged. I know that it's natural instinct when you're hurt to fight back... but maybe we all need to be like the old man and truly let our love flow. Love can combat all hate, and there is no force stronger. The only problem with love is that when you open yourself up that much, you're open to scorn, hurt, and ridicule by those who don't understand. The only reason someone can hurt you, is because they don't understand you. Even though you're bound to get hurt, you must share that love, and everything will work out. Think of how much nicer a place the world would be, if all hate were replaced by love. It's unimaginable... "
It meant so much to read that again, and to remember. Every experience in life happens for a reason. Negative or Positive, everything has a lesson that can be learned. Despite getting hurt on numerous occasions, it is those few and precious times that you need to look forward to in order to live life. Share your love, and your skills... at least we can make a small part of the world better...
It's when things seem the hardest that you mustn't quit.
To remember is to honor.
God Bless Leigh Osment and his family, FDNY 3/12/80-9/11/02.
Well, i'm gonna share with you all an excerpt from a letter from a good friend- one who has since passed away as a result of 9-11-01. He actually died a year later (on 9-11-02), but as a result from injuries sustained on 9-11-01. Anyways, on to writing... here's an excerpt from a letter from Leigh Michael Osment, 3/02:
"he looked at me, eyes so so sad, and pulled from his pocket a picture... a tattered, bloodstained picture of a little girl. He told me all about her, how she was his granddaughter, and how he loved her very much and to tell her that everything was going to be ok and to 'spread as much love as she could in this solemn world.' I told him I would do my best to find the girl, and tell her his message, but assured him that his chances of survival were pretty good. He smiled at me and looked away. We got him out from the debris but on the way to the hospital he coded, and died of heart failure...
"I kept that with me... and as a personal thing, I kept looking for his granddaughter. And one day, six months later, I happened to find her. I told her his message and she was awestruck. She said it had special meaning for her because her grandfather was a widowed man, who never gave up on love, but, she had negative experiences in the past and her grandfathers word gave her a light into the future. It was at this point i realized my carrer path helped certain people more than just providing emergency care for them...
"I'm writing about all of this to you because I know that you've been discouraged. Because I know this country has been discouraged. I know that it's natural instinct when you're hurt to fight back... but maybe we all need to be like the old man and truly let our love flow. Love can combat all hate, and there is no force stronger. The only problem with love is that when you open yourself up that much, you're open to scorn, hurt, and ridicule by those who don't understand. The only reason someone can hurt you, is because they don't understand you. Even though you're bound to get hurt, you must share that love, and everything will work out. Think of how much nicer a place the world would be, if all hate were replaced by love. It's unimaginable... "
It meant so much to read that again, and to remember. Every experience in life happens for a reason. Negative or Positive, everything has a lesson that can be learned. Despite getting hurt on numerous occasions, it is those few and precious times that you need to look forward to in order to live life. Share your love, and your skills... at least we can make a small part of the world better...
It's when things seem the hardest that you mustn't quit.
To remember is to honor.
God Bless Leigh Osment and his family, FDNY 3/12/80-9/11/02.
:: posted by Laura, 1:16 AM
