In the midst of the fear, sadness, and uncertainty that blanketed New York this day 9 years ago so did love.
I am an eternal New Yorker. Born and raised... I plan to raise my family here. This attack hurt my heart and paralyzed me. All eyes were on us, but not because of Fashion Week or because the President was in town or because the Pope was visiting, but because we were hurting. We New Yorkers have an slight arrogance about us. Our city suffered a great blow and it was a tough pill to shallow. We grieved. Together.
People helped each other. Color and all those other prejudices didn't matter. This was our city. We were all hurting and we all needed each other. When cops and firefighters ran into those towers they didn't say hmmmm, I can't help you, you don't look right, they just went in to save people.
I often wonder that if we treat everyone with love, not suspicion or hate or prejudice what our world would look like? If we were kind to others would they ever feel the need to hurt others?
I saw the love and kindness and spirit of people that day and in the days that followed. I feel like we didn't let hate win when we held candlelight vigils, and held hands and prayed. We said then, you tried to break us but it only brought us together.
Don't know if I can still confidently say that all these years later.
Love kills all of the things that hate tries to foster. Isn't that what Jesus did? His love destroys our sins, if we let Him. His love for us kept Him on the cross. He taught that love was the most important things and its one of the things we give the least.
Today as we remember the sacrifice of those who gave their lives and the love that was poured out on my city, what are you doing to show love to someone? Don't say you want hate to stop. Be the agent to stop hate but being love. Don't talk about it, be about it. It can be something as small as a smile and a Good Morning but it could change someones life.
I am an eternal New Yorker. Born and raised... I plan to raise my family here. This attack hurt my heart and paralyzed me. All eyes were on us, but not because of Fashion Week or because the President was in town or because the Pope was visiting, but because we were hurting. We New Yorkers have an slight arrogance about us. Our city suffered a great blow and it was a tough pill to shallow. We grieved. Together.
People helped each other. Color and all those other prejudices didn't matter. This was our city. We were all hurting and we all needed each other. When cops and firefighters ran into those towers they didn't say hmmmm, I can't help you, you don't look right, they just went in to save people.
I often wonder that if we treat everyone with love, not suspicion or hate or prejudice what our world would look like? If we were kind to others would they ever feel the need to hurt others?
I saw the love and kindness and spirit of people that day and in the days that followed. I feel like we didn't let hate win when we held candlelight vigils, and held hands and prayed. We said then, you tried to break us but it only brought us together.
Don't know if I can still confidently say that all these years later.
Love kills all of the things that hate tries to foster. Isn't that what Jesus did? His love destroys our sins, if we let Him. His love for us kept Him on the cross. He taught that love was the most important things and its one of the things we give the least.
Today as we remember the sacrifice of those who gave their lives and the love that was poured out on my city, what are you doing to show love to someone? Don't say you want hate to stop. Be the agent to stop hate but being love. Don't talk about it, be about it. It can be something as small as a smile and a Good Morning but it could change someones life.
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