On November 22nd, 1963 I was in a 3rd grade class at St. Simon Stock Catholic School in the Bronx, N.Y. There was quite a stir when the President of the United States was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. Not just there, but every where.
On April 4th, 1968 I was living in Selden, Long Island, New York when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in Memphis, Tennessee,
On June 5th, 1968 I was watching RFK’s victory speech in California on TV when he was assassinated.
On July 20th, 1969 I was at Ten Mile River Boy Scout Camp, wishing I was in Woodstock, looking up at the moon to see if I could spot the first man landing on the moon, or at least see the space ship!
That was a wild decade. I don’t remember all of it or even most of it. I do know that things in the United States were “going berserk”.
On September 11th, 2001 at approximately 8-8:30 AM (central standard time), I had just gotten off of work. I went to my room to get some sleep before a grad school class that afternoon. I woke up and went to see a friend at the Assembly of God Theological Seminary but found it closed, locked, and with a hand written sign on the doors that said something about being closed (I don’t recall the message). But I knocked on the door and as I was turning to go back to my car, my friend appeared at the door. I asked why the school was closed. He could not believe I had not heard. That was the first time I heard about the World Trade Center being attacked by terrorists. I was in Springfield, Missouri at the front door of AGTS several hours after it happened.
One close friend who worked near the WTC had taken the day off; another, who worked close by was unhurt and physically was unaffected. One brother-in-law, a law enforcement person working in Brooklyn, watched helplessly and in horror as the second plane hit the second building.
Some people are crazy! Who would go through all of that trouble, cause all of that death & destruction, just to make a point? There really is a God. I know Him. And I know that He did not tell anyone to dream up or carry out that crime. Neither did He tell anyone to drop tons and tons of bombs on Hanoi. Neither did He tell anyone to murder millions of babies yet to be born. Neither did He tell anyone to murder 6 million+ Jewish people. Neither did He tell anyone to slaughter the people who many still call American Indians or Native Americans.
Where were you when a few imbeciles decided that the best thing to do, the answer to their problems with the United States, the way for them to earn points with their god, was to hijack 4 airplanes, kill themselves & everyone else on every plane and many, many innocent people?
Where are you today, this week, this month, this year? Me? I am in Vietnam. No bombs being dropped. No booby traps or mines (although a few explosions can still be heard in the central part of the country). But many people have forgotten all about it. People in the United States have forgotten Pearl Harbor, the Holocaust, Assassinations, a Moon Landing and even Woodstock.
Someone said: “The more things change, the more things stay the same”. It is true, apparently.
We like to think that we’re experiencing something completely different here and now. We like to call “this” a “do over”. We’re getting a second chance to make and do something right. Yesterday, a former student, experiencing some real & serious problems in life made a surprised visit to our “permanent bungalow”. After spilling out all that was going badly and all of the pressures not being dealt with in any significant way, after telling us that “There seemed to be no where to go, nothing else to do”, our visitor said, “But then I remembered the feeling of peace I have had whenever I have been in your room; and so, I came here today”.
Our hearts break as we see images and hear voice recordings from 9/11. Current students are brought to tears after reading survivors’ accounts from that day and stories about the 10 years that followed. But, we have hope. We have a real hope that our obedience in surrendering “all” to come here, to teach here, to relate here has, is, and will continue to, make differences in what people will remember about where they were on September 11, 2011 and beyond.
We’re really well! We’re rejoicing! We’re praising! We’re doin’ good!
Hen gap lai!