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9/11 Remembrance Street Art.

“In Observance of the tenth anniversary of 9/11, Illegal Art has marked each of the 110 floors on the sidewalk with chalk, starting at 5th Avenue and 14th street and heading north for 1,368 feet (417 meters), the height of the taller of the two towers.
Passerby, like yourself, are encouraged to walk the height of the once standing buildings along 5th Avenue and write any words that express your feelings or experience related to 9/11”

Ten years ago today, I was only a 5th grader. When the planes flew into the World Trade Center, I couldn’t even come close to understanding why. Some of my friends were picked up from school and the teachers had no idea what to do or what to tell us kids. So like many schools all across America, the TV’s came on. When I got home from school that day my mom was just staring at the TV with her hand over her mouth in disbelief. She tried to explain to me what had happened but I just watched the TV like it was just another news report. I remember the images being played over and over on the news but, as a 10 year old I couldn’t possibly comprehend what had happened that morning. Now that I am 20, and actually living in New York City, I can honestly say with my whole heart that I will never come close to feeling what all New Yorkers felt that very tragic day. My heart and prayers go out to all who lost loved ones, the brave heros who risked their lives that day, and the many people fighting for our freedom. I feel blessed to live in a country who can come together and heal as one nation under God. God Bless NYC. God Bless the USA.  

I cannot imagine losing anyone I loved or knew to such a tragic event that took place ten years ago. My heart and prayers go out to anyone who was affected personally by such a terrible event. I’m so thankful to live in this country!! Count your blessings daily.

SUMMER, SLOW DOWN! five more days of carefreeness and happy, freeeeeee livin’ </3 can’t handle this. 

Surveys suggest that 96% of Americans believe the bible. Note the following statistics:

People surveryed were 21+ with at least a 7th grade education.

They were asked to name as many of the 4 Gospels as they could.

35% named all 4, 4% named 3, 4% named 2, 4% named 1. 53% of Americans could not name one of the first four books of the New Testament.

I don’t know, this just really made me think alot and really take a second look at myself too. Christianity is not just a title. It is and should be much more of a way of life. I wish the times were as good as they used to be. I wish that people still held onto the standards that were set by the Bible long ago. I wish that everyone lived and embraced the Lord in their lives. I wish that people still stayed clean until they were married. I wish that people took marriage more seriously these days. I wish that businesses were closed on Sundays and that you saw everyone and their mom’s at church early on Sunday mornings. I’m realllllly going off on a rant here and I’m sure there will be people who don’t like this post, but it’s not meant to be offensive in any way. Just made me think of how I need to change and better myself to become the person who I want to be. jumble-headed. Goooodnighty

I’m in love.

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This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend….I usually don’t read forwards but this one was from my Father who hates ‘em too so I figured I was safe!! Reallllly makes you think. Savor the moment :)

“Dear Bertha,

 I’m reading more and dusting less. I’m sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I’m spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I’m trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I’m not “saving” anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.

I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I’m not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

“Someday” and “one of these days” are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it’s worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now

I’m not sure what others would’ve done had they known they wouldn’t be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.

I’m guessing; I’ll never know.

It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn’t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I’m trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.

Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.”

this. still. gets. me. everytime. good. god.