I got back from New York City this weekend just yesterday... we visited the WTC site.
Man, that was something else... it certainly was one of the most humbling and grievous moments I've ever had. Nothing ever before has filled me with so much sadness and anger so quickly.
You stand there, and you look up at the sky, and you replay the scenes in your head... the planes' impact, the debris and fire falling, the people falling, then the towers. You imagine the chaos and the intensity of it all, and you realize that the worst evil manifested itself there.
Even though I lost no family or relatives that day, I - along with the rest of my tour group - started bawling... some recounted visions they've had there of those who had lost their lives... some wallowed and fell to the ground in grief, and you remember all the fear and terror that took place here, and any one person would realize, that THIS is why we're at war. God was with them... and you could tell.
Across the sidewalk a man was playing "Nearer, My God, To Thee" on his wooden Fife... truly complementing the calm spirit of the place.
Well, anywho, I know this may seem kinda weird and "mushy" (?) but I just felt like sharing my thoughts.
My photo documentation can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattholt/sets/72157600044051393/
Anybody else had a similar experience?
-Matt
(...don't make this political.... please....)
Man, that was something else... it certainly was one of the most humbling and grievous moments I've ever had. Nothing ever before has filled me with so much sadness and anger so quickly.
You stand there, and you look up at the sky, and you replay the scenes in your head... the planes' impact, the debris and fire falling, the people falling, then the towers. You imagine the chaos and the intensity of it all, and you realize that the worst evil manifested itself there.
Even though I lost no family or relatives that day, I - along with the rest of my tour group - started bawling... some recounted visions they've had there of those who had lost their lives... some wallowed and fell to the ground in grief, and you remember all the fear and terror that took place here, and any one person would realize, that THIS is why we're at war. God was with them... and you could tell.
Across the sidewalk a man was playing "Nearer, My God, To Thee" on his wooden Fife... truly complementing the calm spirit of the place.
Well, anywho, I know this may seem kinda weird and "mushy" (?) but I just felt like sharing my thoughts.
My photo documentation can be found here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mattholt/sets/72157600044051393/
Anybody else had a similar experience?
-Matt
(...don't make this political.... please....)







