Sunday, September 15, 2002
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Sunday, September 15, 2002 |
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In remembrance By
MARY JANE HOLT
Tomorrow has come. Some of us wondered if it would a year ago, didn't we? Others of us took the events of a year ago in stride. Oh, you didn't know that? It's true. Not everybody will admit that 9-11-01 changed them. And many of those who were changed were not changed by the actual events of the day, but by so much that has occurred since that fateful day. I have pondered for two weeks now, wondering what I could write about in remembrance. I keep going back to the emergency professionals firemen, policemen, paramedics, EMTs. I want to say thank you again. But there's been enough written and oral "thank yous." Some day, when those unique public servants are paid what they are worth maybe our "thank yous" will mean something. For instance, did you know that some short-order cooks in fast food restaurants make more per hour than a Paramedic or an EMT? Enough of that for the moment. Besides, I'm just one voice. What difference can I make? What I have decided to share with you during this week of remembrance is a poem I wrote ten years ago. September, ten years ago, in fact. Since it speaks for itself, I will let it do just that, as we all think back to the events of a year ago.
When Tomorrow Comes
Tomorrow calls and our destination beckons,
Yet, to meander down memory lane and pause for a moment or two at the doorway of yesterday is a luxury we can ill afford to turn down
Alas! To walk through that door again is forbidden now. Though it was the chosen road back then we shall travel it no more except in memory.
Oh! There will always be those September days when we will recall the many paths which lay before us and the choices we made and the voices we heard calling us voices which still may softly call today.
Ah, yes! Tomorrow! Where an untraveled path awaits those who would keep on traveling, dauntless and unafraid, knowing the price they paid will be worth it all when tomorrow comes.
When all the regrets of yesterday have faded into the grandest sunset of the ages tomorrow will come and the sun will shine on a new day a day when we will, at last see as we are even now seen and know as we have always been known a day when we will have reached our destination and finally found our way home.
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