Hello, reader. Thanks for stopping by. Here you'll find pop culture oozing out of the page, funky finds, criticisms, funny vids/pics, and just whatever I want to entertain you with.
Don't ask questions. Just take what I give you. Trust me, you'll like it.
As I watched the 9/11 coverage on several of the news stations yesterday morning, I thought back to the day when this disastrous event happened. I was 13 years old, oblivious to what happened, and when I found out later on, I was scared to death. My dad picked me up from school and boy was I happy to see him. I could only think of visions of World War III or a nuclear fallout. (I watch alot of movies...)
But as we watched the live footage on tv, I began to cry. I thought of all the helpless victims inside the towers, on the streets and in the planes; I thought of all the families that lost their loved ones; the mothers that would never get to see their daughters and sons again; I imagined what would've happened if someone I knew was in those burning buildings. I just don't think I could've handled it.
On the History channel, they played footage from dozens of people who recorded the events of that day as they were on the street. Hundreds of thousands of people running through the streets, coughing, crying, bleeding, scared to death. Comparing this program to that of MSNBC or CNN, the first hand accounts on street level, inside the buildings and in the smoke are much better than distant shots made from the air conditioned studio.
Watching this first-hand account footage made me feel as if I was there on that fateful day. But hearing Katie Couric, Matt Lauer & Tom Brokaw show nearly no emotion as events unrolled made me sick. People are burning up inside the towers, people are jumping to their deaths, people on the street are choking in the smoke and the anchors are going, "Oh boy, a tower just fell." If they were real journalists, they would've freaking been on the streets, in the crowd. Out of harms way, obviously, but in the heart of the story. That's journalism, dammit! Make the people at home feel as if they're there!
But there was one comment they talked about on MSNBC that really stuck with me. It was some reporter calling in to the show and he was saying some newspaper got a call from someone on the 70th-something floor saying, "There's people FUCKING DIEING UP HERE!" and he hung up. The newspaper tried calling this person back but there was no answer. He was probably dead by then, who knows. It just bothers me, thinking that people slowly died up there on those floors and had no way of getting out.
Just for a moment, put yourself in their shoes. Your on the 99th floor, you only have time for one phone call. Who will you call? What will you say? What memories and images are passing through your mind as you know you're about to die? What are you thinking about your last moments alive?
Do this for me: Stop living for tomorrow. LIVE FOR TODAY! Tell everyone you know that you love them. Cherish every moment. Spend time with those you haven't seen in awhile. Stop arguing and hating. Start LIVING and LOVING.
GOD BLESS ALL THOSE WHO DIED IN THE 9/11 ATTACKS. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.