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."

-Revelation 21:4


My son wrote the above essay during
his sophomore year in college.

Author/Written By:
Douglas Berry
(age)19 ©2001


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