Chapter 11 – September 11, 2011

I recently shared with two close friends that my next blog was going to be about a disease Bill and I both have.  We are searching for a cure – Workaholism.  But today is our first day of a week-long vacation – first long one since we cruised with our daughter and new son-in-law.

As we begin our day, missing our church family. We have the History Channel on, which is totally reliving the 9/11/2001, all the footage. We listened to the story of the Miracle of Stairwell B, (I think there were 14 in there) inside the South tower.  No one survived in the north tower.  One statement stood out by a 33-year-old firefighter as he faced death  (he was one of the 14 survivors):  “All I have ever done is work and now I am going to die.”

Do I need to say more?

Today, in solemn honor and respect for these survivors, for the survivors on the streets, for all the rescue operations, for the NYFD, NYPD, FBI, all the first responders, and even for the rest of the country who watched – we were all witnesses, I just want to close with my favorite scripture.

In my times of deepest distress, these words give me the comfort I need:  2 Corinthians 1:3-4  “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”

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