Corner Pub #2 |
9/11/00 (resubmission) |
Street Heart Member
since 2002-09-05
Posts 349Pennsylvania,USA |
Life collapsed,it once was mine. I exiled myself to Manhatten isle. A Castaway and ran away to that place to find some type of solace. Without a home I walked the gritty streets and had no desire to intertwine again with anyone. But then,on September 11th,the year 2000,I met one who saw the desolation of me...and wrapped a blanket of care round my solitary trek, like a beam of solar presence. The routine in my life at that time comprised of lying on the cool grass in Hudson Park,counting the number of planes I could see within my piece of sky...and wondering while I watched those closest to those twin monoliths if there would ever be a time that the unthinkable could happen. I passed through them so many times, passing through the mall that lay between the PATH and D train line, having coffee under their massive shadow, and even having this caring friend purchase a book for me entitled "Journey From Abandonment To Healing" at the Borders bookstore at the WTC, never dreaming that the collapse and chaos that befell and became "ME" would befall so many others to become the worlds largest symbol of abandonment and suffering. I rode the PATH train so many days between Journal Square and 23rd,passing through those fated icons of loss. I even had my friend ask me to try roller-blading for the first time in my life,rolling from 23rd Street all the way down to the towers. I remember how beautiful it was that day,the sun was glorious,...and upon arrival at the Center, there was a large crowd there relaxing at tables listening to the soothing expertise of a classical guitarist. The final rememberance of NYC's largest symbol is the time I walked through the Winter Garden, past those beautifully huge palm trees, up the escalator,and through a long walkway with awesome views on either side. There in the center was a lengthy photo exhibit... depicting the horrors of other places, people scarred by wars, ones whose lives were exploded or totally eradicated...there...of all places... It makes me think...how many ways can a life, a home,a Heart be destroyed? I pray to GOD for healing...yes,for myself... for all of us. I am now off the streets,but memory of them stays ...along with the rememberance of abandonment, loneliness and loss.Then came 9/11/01. Now...I hold a torch,one that burns for my own Heart,...for the One that turned away,... for all those whose lives were senselessly snuffed out...and for all those whose lives will now never be the same...as mine. Is there someone out there you are neglecting? Is there someone you turned your back on or are not listening to? Do you fly or wear a flag and yet are forgetting that there is someone in your life who you should be honoring...someone who needs your love ...or forgiveness? Is there someone who you know or see everyday... perhaps even one of the homeless (remember... many of them also lost their lives,for many of those ones that I shared homelessness with slept or asked for assistance down in the dark recesses of the subway stations,many of which were part of the World Trade Center),that needs your care, your ear,your time...along with that quarter you have such a hard time letting go of?Chances are, they need your time to care and listen a lot more than that quarter. I write this as one who has survived,even after being jailed for honestly caring for the One who came deepest within my Heart.Long story. I am still affected by the worlds coldness and am amazed at how so many others invent reasons for rationalizing that coldness.Is there a difference between flying a plane into a building and flying one into someones Heart? Hatred and destruction kills and if you survive, its residual effects will last the rest of your life.It turned me into Street Heart. I am back on my feet,even this little bit,but my Heart has not yet healed,for the One I will always Love and miss hasn't the heart to see with unselfish eyes,although I pray everyday... for that change of Heart. What the world needs now is Love,to coin a phrase, and never before as much as now...today. I may never win my Love back,the Truth of that Love is and was the Truest of my life.Now,pride, carelessness,selfishness and denial rule within that Heart I came to Love.What of yours? It is 2 years after 9/11/01. Who do you honor? Who needs your LOVE? Street Heart Please show your support for those whose lives are still "Hanging In The Balance".You may purchase numerous items including Broadway tickets and receive discounts on trips to NYC and other worldwide hotels!Much of the money goes to the homeless and hungry.Today,there is a special photo gallery tour of the WTC site and surrounding areas. Check it out. www.readio.com/ Many of us know of the many who lost their lives and the surviving families.How easy it is to be unaware of those who were homeless down in the subway terminals and dark recesses of the World Trade Center,ones who had no families to greive, ones who "have no names".I honor them today.I remember... http://www.nationalhomeless.org/ If you find it in your heart and are able, please donate your time or money to either of these sites in rememberance and honor of the forgotten victims of 9/11. Peace,my friends. Geoffrey If a man has not discovered something he is willing to die for,his life is not worth living. Martin Luther King,Jr. Detroit,1963 [This message has been edited by Street Heart (09-11-2003 06:27 PM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
It's nice to see you back Geoffry and to realize that the battered StreetHeart is a soft and loving and kind heart as well. Love, Joyce |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
... Thank you. |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
always in my thoughts ! and thanks for this timely reminder june xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Where have you been Geoffrey? It's been a while. missed you. Thank you for this. it's a Maree fate is not just |
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