I don't know how someone could hate one group of people enough to kill them. Especially if there's no specific reason for them to hate you. Like you didn't go and pillage their people. You didn't rape their maidens and steal their young men for war. In fact that sounds like something from before Christ up until the 1700s-early 1800s.
If you haven't figured out what I'm talking about look at the date again. And think, what happened around this time? What was so horrible that I could talk about such horrid things?
A ton of people my age(16) or even a little younger or older who don't really remember that day blow it off. They act like it's nothing, but in reality it was absolutely horrible.
I'm not saying all young people are like this, in fact I really don't know many but there are a few.
Tonight I'm focusing on hatred.
What were those terrorists thinking? What did they wish to achieve by killing all those people. Thousands of them. Thousands. I think I learned somewhere that they wished to achieve the equivalent of Christan 'Sainthood'. In my religion, Episcopalian, I was always taught to never kill a soul. That in taking another persons life(purposefully of course) I was automatically destined to be sent to hell.
Currently I'm watching(well it just ended) "Flight 93". What were those people thinking? Were they afraid? Nervous? Determined? I'd like to think that if I were one of them I'd have the same courage to take over that plane and seal my fate then. I'd like to think that I would have the courage to throw away my life to save tens, hundreds, thousands of others. I may never know, and I pray to God that I don't have to, but if I do find out someday I hope that my courage will live on and that people will learn from it.
Tonight, if I had one wish that I could make it would be for world peace. It would be for everyone to love one another and for the hatred to end.
In my life I've had those people who hated me. Because I was fat, a girl, my ethnicity, my race, my religion, kinda well off in life. There's been so many people. And I'll admit, there's people that I've hated. But I can't base my life on that, I can't dwell on hatreds and evils that circulate my life.
My newest challenge for myself is to forgive others for their hatred towards my and forgive those who have caused me to hate them.
Watching all these shows on 9-11 made me realize that these people have forgiven the terrorists(not all of them, but quite a lot). It made me think that if they can do it, than I can to. I can forgive those who have caused me harm and distress.
My harm hasn't been nearly as much as these people, to me it may feel like the world ended, but in reality my world didn't and there's people who have their world end every day. I'm lucky to get to live another day, to get to breathe another breath, to start another journey, to not know this suffering that others do.
I know everyone's going to ask you "what do you remember from that day?" and everyone has a different story. Mine is that I went to school like normal. I was in first grade and my school was finishing a new wing so my class and another first grade class was in the music room. I don't remember seeing anything happen, everything was going on as normal, I guess the three teachers in the room(Mine: Mrs. Eldenberg, the other first grade teacher and the music teacher, I can't remember the other two names but I can see their faces clear as day) were acting a bit strange but being a very unobservant person at the time I didn't really notice at the time. It wasn't until after school that I knew something was wrong. My dad took me out to philly, we parked in a parking lot and he began the conversation by saying "Today something horrible happened." We had just visited my family in Alabama so I thought that my late eighty or 90-something year old grandfather had passed away. I had been very naiive in thinking that only old people died and that they died in thier sleep. I was obviously wrong. As I was told I don't really remember understanding but my dad said "Some men had taken over three planes and had crashed them into buildings". I didn't get it, I didn't understand how something this horrible could happen, how someone could kill that many people. I still don't, I still don't understand how that could happen.
I'm learning to forgive all those who caused this and everyone else in my life that needs to be forgiven. I'm working on this.
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