FOLLOWING YOUR OWN PATH

 

 

 

You were born in February in the late afternoon

just as the sun was setting.

You were now on the path to your future, but for

now my bundle of joy.

They placed you in a bassinet, a heat lamp keeping you warm.

You placed your hands behind your head and surveyed your new world.

All were amazed at your action and snapped photos of your feat.

You were on the path to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

The first time I held you in my arms and close to my beating heart

I knew the love of a mother was instant from the start.

You had big brown eyes, long delicate fingers and a dark haired

widows peek.

You had the scent of a new born babe that made my heart fill with joy

and my eyes with tears of happiness.

You were on the road to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

As you grew, and too quickly I might add, you made us proud and

happy to be your mom and dad.

You are curious, smart and athletic with a kind and gentle heart.

With big brown eyes, long and delicate fingers and a dark haired

widows peek.

You are on the path to your future, but for now my bundle of joy.

 

By: Patricia Salamone

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9/11 REMEMBER….

I remember the exact moment when the first Air Liner crashed into the World Trade Center.

I was at work and Bob had a small TV on his desk and was watching the news. I was at my desk wiping down my computer and head set with alcohol, getting ready to start taking calls. I worked at AT&T in Florida. Suddenly I heard Bob say;

“Oh my God!”

I looked up and said;

“What?” as I walked over to his desk. Everyone gathered round Bob’s desk. We witnessed the next plane crash into Tower number two and at that moment the world changed.

The news casters reporting second by second and then a third plane crashed into the Pentagon. Fear gripped all of us. This can not be happening I thought. This is America. But, it did happen right here on our American soil.

With in minutes we were on lockdown. No one enters the building no one leaves. We were handling communications because New York’s were knocked out.

We were all given instructions on what was going on and what we had to do. I can not go into detail about that as it was classified. Every single person that worked in the building was doing one of the most important things they would ever do that day.

Those that did not work for AT&T were sent home. All the businesses in the area shut down. I don’t know what was going on outside our building but fear gripped me that day a fear that I had  never felt before. We all worked feverously around the clock. It was not the supervisors vs. craft  it was Americans doing what we do best. Working together side by side united as one for the good of all.

Food was sent in for all of us and we all worked long hours over the next couple of weeks. The company president sent us all an email thanking us and apologizing to us for the long hours we were putting in.

Later that day I started realizing that I had family that worked in that area of New York, mainly my brother. He worked for the cable company and was always at the World Trade Center among other places, but, was he there today? I tried to call but of course I couldn’t get through.

We and by we I mean every single American pulled together when this happened. It was the first time I bared witness to what UNITED STATES truly meant. Color, Race, Religion didn’t matter we were One Nation shoulder to shoulder and no one was going to take our Freedom away from us.

Our hearts break for the hero’s that gave their lives that day and for those family members that were left behind. They will never be forgotten, not by me, not by any single American, not by the World.

RIP,  Hero’s. We Will Never Forget You.