http://www.wildtangents.net/2007/09/11/memories-of-911/ Marc talks about life in Nashville, life as a Catholic and life as a geek. Fri, 05 Dec 2008 09:48:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 http://www.wildtangents.net/2007/09/11/memories-of-911/#comment-18110 Deacon John Tue, 11 Sep 2007 22:11:32 +0000 http://www.wildtangents.net/2007/09/11/memories-of-911/#comment-18110 It was some DAY, never to be forgotten. It's good to remember where we were at that dreadful moment. I was a few miles from the Twin Towers. Every day as I rode to work they stood before me as giant needles in the sky. That morning I was down the basement of the church I worked at, cleaning up after the weekend meetings when the pastor came down and told me to turn on the TV. I did and watched in horror as to what was going on. I'm not sure what I did next, but I remember going up and out on the street looking in the direction of where the towers were supposed to be and they were no more. Earlier, the Firehouse across the road from us had responded and were first on the scene. They were a "hazmat" team! 26 of these young firemen lost their lives that day trying to save others. The next day we had a memorial service for them. Many had come to our church for Mass even during the week. I read off their names, one by one, filled with emotion. The prophecy of Jeremiah in Matt. 2:18 comes to mind: "A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more." May they Rest in Peace! It was some DAY, never to be forgotten. It’s good to remember where we were at that dreadful moment. I was a few miles from the Twin Towers. Every day as I rode to work they stood before me as giant needles in the sky. That morning I was down the basement of the church I worked at, cleaning up after the weekend meetings when the pastor came down and told me to turn on the TV. I did and watched in horror as to what was going on. I’m not sure what I did next, but I remember going up and out on the street looking in the direction of where the towers were supposed to be and they were no more. Earlier, the Firehouse across the road from us had responded and were first on the scene. They were a “hazmat” team! 26 of these young firemen lost their lives that day trying to save others. The next day we had a memorial service for them. Many had come to our church for Mass even during the week. I read off their names, one by one, filled with emotion. The prophecy of Jeremiah in Matt. 2:18 comes to mind: “A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.” May they Rest in Peace!

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