<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post6371079703213088898..comments</id><updated>2008-09-14T10:31:35.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Dad of Divas: Maniverse #17 - 9-11 - Honoring the past. Where we...</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/feeds/6371079703213088898/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html'/><author><name>Dad of Divas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036276450518783326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-6338906825182074630</id><published>2008-09-14T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:31:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was teaching elementary school. We were not allo...</title><content type='html'>I was teaching elementary school. We were not allowed to tell the kids until the end of the day, but we pulled a TV into the lounge to keep up with things. My husband emailed several times from the TV station where he works before getting sent out eventually to cover the airport and local government reactions. &lt;BR/&gt;I remember thinking "I need to fill my van with gas!", seeing the lines a block long, and deciding I really needed to be with my kids more than I needed gas. &lt;BR/&gt;What a day. My children, now 16 and 21, remember it well. They will need to teach their children about their Day of Infamy.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/6338906825182074630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/6338906825182074630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html?showComment=1221402660000#c6338906825182074630' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647906900944224234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-6371079703213088898' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/posts/default/6371079703213088898' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-1150940078747996632</id><published>2008-09-13T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:59:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.Nice tribute.  I was getting ready to get ready f...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;BR/&gt;Nice tribute.  I was getting ready to get ready for work; Howard was on the radio, the TV's sound was muted.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I finally looked up and saw the tower with smoke pouring out of it and said "what the...", and then turned the sound on and just then my sister called and we watched and talked about it for a few minutes until the 2nd plane hit. &lt;BR/&gt;We were both "Oh my God..."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;For the next week or more my nabes was like a demilitarized zone or something, only official traffic allowed.  Lots of firetrucks and buses filled with fireman and rescue workers streamed through the neighborhood on their way down to Ground Zero.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thankfully I lost no one, but know many people who did.  Including a friend at work who had joined us from Cantor Fitzgerald after being there for 10 years.  He lost over 100 friends and acquaintances, including 3 of this best friends who I had met at a birthday party at a club about 6-12 months before.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;They loved the nickname I had given him.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A friend of mine called his wife at home and said "Go and get a few hundred dollars out of an ATM, quick!"  She finally had to go way uptown to find one that still had cash in it.  But on the way back to their apartment she ran into  many upper-class Mommies out on the streets with their little kids and no way to get cash, and all of them crying and scared, and so little by little she gave away all her money to these scared and crying young Mothers.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So many stories, maybe I'll recount more next year; thanks for this prompt.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We must not let people forget, and we must never refuse to recognize evil.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:(&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;we will NOT forget&lt;BR/&gt;you 9/11 victims&lt;BR/&gt;will get justice&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;painful truth -&lt;BR/&gt;9/11 should be our&lt;BR/&gt;wakeup call&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;get Bin Laden -&lt;BR/&gt;we just need big SWAT team&lt;BR/&gt;and search warrant&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;absurd thought -&lt;BR/&gt;God of the Universe says&lt;BR/&gt;there is no good or evil&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;every thing's relative&lt;BR/&gt;don't judge a terrorist&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;All real freedom starts with freedom of speech. Without freedom of speech there can be no real freedom.&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.libertarian.to/images/animation/PhilosophyOfLiberty-english.swf" REL="nofollow"&gt;Philosophy of Liberty Cartoon&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://haltterrorism.com" REL="nofollow"&gt;Help Halt Terrorism Today!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://absurdthoughtsaboutgod.blogspot.com/2007/09/911-poetry-helped-inspire-absurd.html" REL="nofollow"&gt;We will NEVER forget!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:)&lt;BR/&gt;.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/1150940078747996632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/1150940078747996632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html?showComment=1221285540000#c1150940078747996632' title=''/><author><name>USpace</name><uri>http://absurdthoughtsaboutgod.blogspot.com/2007/09/911-poetry-helped-inspire-absurd.html</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-6371079703213088898' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/posts/default/6371079703213088898' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-5832795664317502297</id><published>2008-09-12T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:43:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I was getting ready for work.  Yes, those images a...</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready for work.  Yes, those images are burned into my memory and I will take them to my grave.  So tragic.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/5832795664317502297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/5832795664317502297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html?showComment=1221273780000#c5832795664317502297' title=''/><author><name>James Austin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04087365610002249685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-6371079703213088898' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/posts/default/6371079703213088898' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-4878893102999616178</id><published>2008-09-12T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:35:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My memories of that day. I was at home with an inf...</title><content type='html'>My memories of that day. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was at home with an infant and babysitting. I was watching someting on tv and a blurb came in about a plane hitting the first building. I called my sister and told her. I thought, man, how can a pilot crash into a building head on? Was his auto pilot not working. I thought it was pilot error at first. Then, in horror, I watched the second tower get hit. My mouth dropped open and I thought, something isn't right. I continued to be glued to the television for the rest of the day. The baby that I was watching, her mom called in tears and just wanted to hear that her daughter was alright. We were far from NYC, in the FL Keys, but the terror hit everyone. Later, my dad called and wanted to hear my voice. He is gone now, but wanted to know that I was alright. I remember him saying, "wow, what a messed up world we live in". I remember crying and holding my daughter a lot during the day. Life just got more precious. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My husband was to graduate the Police Academy that weekend. All of the graduated parents were on their way down for the graduation. They all ended up driving down since all air traffic was cancelled. They cancelled the graduation at the last minute. We were able to get the county to do a small ceremony since so many came from far away, taking other means of transportation. I had the honor of placing my husbands badge on his chest for the first time. Although we were holding a ceremony for America's bravest in celebration, the events of the days before were not out of the ceremony. The first time my husband had a badge on his chest; the badge was covered with a black line. It was the black line of mourning that so many displayed on their chest and the rest of us in our hearts. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How do I explain to my children the horror and hatred of the day of 9-11-01? Honestly. I will help each look at pictures, explain why this happend and answer any questions they may have. I don't think that sugar coating the topic should be done. My children have had such an easy life compared to thoes who lived through the horrors of moms or dads or other family members never coming home. They never had to live through a war on the homefront, a holocost, starvation or hatred. Honesty is the best way to educate our children, don't hold back, be honest, they will thank you someday. My dad was in the Vietnam War and I never heard stories. My dad held history in his heart and couldn't let it out. He is gone now and so is that crutial part of history. Not just American History, but my dads own personal history. I know some of the stories now that he is gone, my husband promised my dad never to tell me these stories so that I wouldn't think less of him. I wish that he would have been honest with me, I would have loved him just the same. So, why am I telling you this? Because, if you aren't honest with your children about the past, they will never know the real truth. The truth can hurt, but so can not knowing. So, I say, go, be honest and answer your childrens questions honestly, don't hold back. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;May we remember the victims of this day in our hearts forever, pray for them, all of their bravery, and for their families that will never see them again until they are reunited in heaven.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/4878893102999616178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/6371079703213088898/comments/default/4878893102999616178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html?showComment=1221237300000#c4878893102999616178' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://dadofdivas.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-honoring-past-where-were-you-7.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245856104527722790.post-6371079703213088898' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3245856104527722790/posts/default/6371079703213088898' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>