Guest Author - Sharon Cullars
Today America is remembering those who perished last September 11. That infamous day became such a devastating day of loss - of life, of innocence, of America's sense of invulnerability - that it will remain emblazoned on America's psyche for decades to come. It is almost unfathomable to believe that a year has gone by already because the pain is still there, barely dulled by time. Repeated images flash on the news again and brings the horror back anew, and we are still left wondering at the senselessness of it all. Sorrow, anger, impotence were just a few of the emotions I felt that day and a year has not really changed those feelings. I've simply gone on as before, sometimes reflecting, sometimes evading to avoid sensory overload.
So all we are left to do now is reflect, to pray for those who have left us and for those who remain behind. To empathize with the mother who spoke with her son one last time as his plane barrelled towards the lone field in Shankstown, Pennsylvania. To listen with grief at the voices recorded on voice mails, leaving their last messages of love to husbands, wives and families. To hear the tales of bravery and patriotism of so many. To hope that this day will never happen again. And to realize that that hope may be naive.
Here is a short story I found on the Internet called "A Tale of Two Towers", written by Robert Lanzone that recounts that day of infamy, of courage, of love.
Read A Tale of Two Towers.
