My Pastors recently took a trip to their home state of New York and visited Ground Zero. They said it had such an impact on them that even now years later, they will never be the same. They asked us if we remembered what we were doing that fateful morning.
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I was sitting in my classroom. I got home from school, and a lot of people were at my house. And they were crying. I went over to my mom, and asked her why everyone was here and crying. She told me very quiely that my Uncle Adam and cousin Adam had died. They both worked in the twin towers, when...\nWell, you know.\nIt was just horrifying to me to hear that, you know...\nEverytime I watch the replay of that horrible scene, it just stays in my mind...
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Hi bellbree,\n\n I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings. \nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion. \n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most other church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem. \n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Mark W. Reinhold from the wanted poster at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects as the tension went out of Mark's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?" \n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!" \n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Mark was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness in Mark for a long, long time. \n\nI can't say for certain that Mark W. Reinhold was apprehended and locked up because, I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you bellbree, that you find a sense of closure to this bad episode of life. \n\n-Bryce
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About 7 or 8 years ago I visited a local stately home. It was unusual because it was built by a deeply religious man and the building formed a cross if seen from above. It was also unusual because he never finished the building as he put all of his money into it and his money eventually ran out. So it had no roof or floors. All it had was decorative stone walls and empty windows. It was a very strange place and in the middle of nowhere. I had never heard of it  or been there before (we had only recently moved into the area) but when we arrived I had an overwhelming feeling I had been there before. It actually triggered a memory which I'll describe. It was a summers evening, probably the end of summer because it was starting to feel cold. It was twilight and the sky was quite hazy and grey. I was walking through the unfinished building and I could feel that I was wearing a long dress as I walked. I looked down at the ground which was covered in gravel and my dress was pink and brown - quite scruffy and plain and I was wearing brown boots. It was very weird I still carry the memory to the day but I have no idea where it was from! Here is the place below.
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In my english class last week we had to write about how September 11, 2001 effected us. Another topic we had to write about was something that changed our lives.
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My partner died of (breast) cancer at the age of 34 - ten years ago. I still have a deep love for her...her memory and the time we spent together. I started dating after about three years and eventually married after five years. I occasionally talk about her to my wife who knows that I loved her  agreat deal. It was a very powerful time in my life going through the whole process, both painfull and very special - magical at times and a deeply spiritual expereince. I would never want to forget it as a monumental time. However, life moves forwards in every way. It was funny that my partners mother was in Aushwitz and I went to see her about a month after the funeral. She asked me if I had found a new girlfreind yet! I told her that not enought time had passed. She told me to get on with life. She, if anyone, should know such things. It took me some time to integrate what had happened then I did move on. And now I have a great wife and i am in the next chapter of the story. Turn the page when you are ready and remember that the previous chapter will always be there...dont' wait longer than you need to and let it unfold naturally. Good luck.
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I remember waking up and seeing the first plane hit on the news, and then in shock and horror seeing the second plane hit. Then to top it off, I was on my way to work and heard that the third plane hit the pentagon and then the fourth was taken down in that field. I remember the news cast like it was yesterday. It was my 2nd wedding aniversary, and my husband and I spent that evening eating Port O Subs and watching TV. So yah, I remember 9-11 way to well
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343 OF MY BROTHERS DIED THAT DAY. YOU MAKE ME SICK - ALL YOU PEOPLE SAYING ALL THIS CR@P ABOUT 9/11 BUT SEEM TO FORGET THAT FDNY GAVE THEIR BLOOD SEAT AND TEARS TO SAVE LIVES THAT DAY. THE WEEKS AFTER ALL YOU FOLKS SUDDENLY REMEMBERED US BUT NOW WE ARE FORGOTTEN. FUNNY HOW WHEN YOUR LIVES ARE A T STAKE YOU SUDDENLY REMEMBER OUR PHONE NUMBER.
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I know a few teens who have been to Chrysalis and they came back all excited about their experience of getting closer to God.  It is up to us what happens after the event - whether we stay closer or go right back to the way things were.
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There's your answer right there. There is hope. Even after everything God still heard you and answered your prayer. He never lets us go and never forgets us, even we have been the most low down and dirtiest people. That's why he is so great. A lot of people don't ever get to really understand that, but tonight I think you did.
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I've never seen one, but my son had an interesting experience which he's loathe to talk about to this day.  He was driving out to see a friend around ll:00 at night, when he saw a very large, very bright light in the sky above an empty field.  He became so frightened he had to pull over.  After what seemed like a few seconds, he continued on his way. When he arrived at his destination he found he'd been on the road for over an hour longer than it should have taken him to drive to his friend's.  He forgot all about it until the next time, months later, when, driving by the same field, he became unexplicably filled with terror.  He shook so hard he could barely drive.  He had this same irrational fear come over him every time he passed that field, so he simply found another route.  I encouraged him to try to find out more about it, but he says it's too scary & weird & he'd rather not investigate, preferring not to know what happened.  I do believe we are not alone in this infinitely vast universe.  I only wish I could prove it!  If there are ET's, I hope they show themselves in MY lifetime.  I'd love to know the truth!
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I so agree with you Mark.There are so many things every day that we have to be thankful for. Our families, and friends around us. The little miracles that some take for granted. I never have a day pass that I cannot be thankful for the blue sky and the green grass, the seasons and all their beauty. I am thankful that there is a world of wonder out there. There is no two animals or plants that are alike.I think we have miracles happening all the time. If we just look close enough we can find something unique and wonderful for the day. The world can be a stressful place at times but are we looking in the right direction?
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At the age of nine, with a magic show gone horribly wrong (in my case) at a local Baptist church.  I had the numinous belief in the supernatural that all kids have through contact with such beliefs from the society they live in.  Then I saw a guy mystifying children with simple sleight of hand tricks and extrapolated from there, which I am sure wasn't what the pastor of the church intended at all.  It was a life changing moment, though I did not really know it.  I had decided to throw off the shackles of the mind that are required by religion and embraced logic, reason, and science as my "holy" trinity.
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One night in a reckless act of youthfulness, I drove my jeep 12 miles up a canyon on parallel snowmobile tracks.  When I finally got buried, I was on my way back down but going too fast so I drove quite a distance off the trail.  I uncovered the jeep, but had no traction, so I prayed to God.  He immediately answered, like he had been watching me, I asked him to put me back on the track, and he said why.  I said Jesus said, and he told me to get back in the jeep and he would put me back.  He did and as I continued the journey down the mountain I asked what I owed him.  He laughed and said I owed him nothing that he didn't already own.  My life became really interesting after that because others saw the tracks and wondered. A local religious person even offered me a Motor home to live in as we together would make money with this message.  I declined because its not any different than what others teach if they have learned what Jesus teaches. Proof I suppose would be pictures of where I had been buried in the snow and my exit out back to the trail?  Someone must have pictures because I told no one in the area of that drive.
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I had a dream a couple of months before 9-11.  In the dream I was in a window with my mother and cousin.  We were looking out of it when a plan came into view.  The plane came right into the window and the building exploded. Then it was total darkness and all I felt was intense heat. Then I woke up.  I was freaked out for a while over that one. I thought it was a sign that I was going to hell. Then 9-11 happened and my dream popped into my head.  Scary but true. The amazing thing about all of this is, that Tuesday, I was going over to the city to go to my credit union. I live in jersey so i was gonna take the path to the WTC and go shopping at Century 21(which was right across the street from the twin towers).  I planned to get over there by 9am but I overslept.  Thank God! As I was walking out the door I got a call from my sister telling me to turn on the news, a plane had hit one of the towers.  I will never forget that.  Everything happens for a reason. I really felt blessed because had I not overslept I would of been there when the plane hit.
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I went to church when I was a Kid and now that I have my own I take him. I love those memories of when I was young and want my so to have the same. Plus have the knowledge and self worth that church brings in the teachings.
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I have survived alot in my life. Too many personal tradgedies that i overcame got me to be a motivator and Life Coach today. To make a difference to thos are just living and not experiencing life. It is one thing to live, yet another  to experience life. I am a survivor and proud of it. I have to be, God is not ready for me just yet. I need to help too many with my life.
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I was there, still have flashbacks from that day...I lost Johnson, he was under my command. He was 19yrs old. When I rotated back to the world, I had to tell his family, mother, father, wife and his young son who he never met. I will never forget it.