THE DAY THE WORLD SHED TEARS
The Day the World Shed Tears
It is a week of incomprehension. To say that there are no
words to describe the tragedy our nation is facing is an
understatement: It is beyond words, beyond thoughts,
even beyond the darkest of nightmares. As I watched
the definition of reality on Tuesday, September 11, shift
to a new horrifying extreme, I discovered what it is to
look on the face of death and to see evil.
The planes that smashed against and into the steel towers
we knew as the World Trade Center have stripped us
of so many things.
To my fellow students of Western Illinois University
and those around the country, I know your pain. I
may not know how you feel, whether it is anger, ache,
disbelief or numbness, but I know how deeply it stings
inside to see things we have taken for granted shattered
before our eyes.
To those who are forced to push their mourning aside
and continue on each day, in Congress, the armed
forces, and at the workplace: Thank you for letting
50 white stars and 13 stripes rise above all else and
show that we are the United States of America.
You show that, as a nation, we embrace in love, revel
in victory, and we console, comfort, and bear together
the scars of disaster and tragedy. And you show that
together, nothing will make us give up.
To those that have lost loved ones and family: I am
sorry. I am so sorry for whom you have lost. My heart
holds grief for you. My face shows the tears of pain
and agony that mirror your own. My thoughts and
prayers will be ever with you.
Just as the choirs resonate our sentiments in song, our
pastors and priests humbly ask God for peace and solace
and all people who comprise this nation kneel before
you in humble remembrance of those taken away, so I,
too, wish you tranquility.
And, as I watched the smoke billow as two symbols of
America fell to nothing and another lay in partial ruin,
I could not even cry. It is a scope of destruction
beyond my ability to grasp.
Only now, over a week later, can my heart accept what
my eyes have seen. I had no idea how much it would
affect me. And as our country, indeed, the World
prepares for war, I wonder how much more pain
the United States will feel.
Yet, even past the awful devastation, even past the pain
and tears, even past all the deaths, a silver lining laces
through the murky gray: never before have I felt such a
bond to my fellow Americans. Never before have I
witnessed such kindness from all our people.
If tomorrow I meet a stranger in the street, I will
endeavor to know him, not just another man or woman,
but as a person and a friend. For it is what we must do
to accept our fellow man. We must unite.
Years from now, when we look back on this, I hope
we will say that this was not only the day the world
shed tears, but the day that humankind learned to
know one another. The day we learned to love.
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will
be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for
the old order of things has passed away."
My son wrote the above essay during
his sophomore year in college.
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