She was one of 658 Cantor-Fitzgerald employees to die on 11 September, 2001.
I live in Michigan. In five years, I have yet to meet a person who lost someone on the 11th of September, 2001. Even though I and those around me were and are so far away from the horrendous events of that day, we still grieve. I have tried to remember the tragedy and those who were lost every day since 9/11.
I try to honor their memories by living in an honorable way. I donate blood, I vote, I pay attention to the news. I write to my elected representatives, local and federal. I have donated, through the purchase of calendars, t-shirts, flags, pens, pins, and many other baubles, to 9/11 charities. I say "thank you" to every soldier I meet.
It isn't enough.
Nothing will stand the towers back up and reunite the lost with their loved ones. Yet, I light a candle rather than curse the darkness.
Light a candle with me.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Monday, September 11, 2006
Joanne Marie Ahladiotis
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You might not know someone, but as the saying goes, there are only 6 degrees of seperation (no I can't spell) between any two people on earth. Like, for me: I have an uncle who lives and works in Manhattan, and he did lose friends that day. So, while you might not have met someone who directly lost a family member, chances are you know someone who knows someone who has.
Just don't leave it unattended, as you may burn your house down.
I tried to comment yesterday but wasn't able to but I wanted to let you know I did light a candle with ya....
did you know Joanne Marie Ahladiotis?
Look, not only are you a coward, anonymous, you also have the wit of a retarded eight year old. And you know what?
I have met retarded eight year olds, and they might be slow, but they at least have the common decency to tell me their names.
I have a friend who is transgendered. As such, I don't find this very funny at all.
I have a friend who is a retarded eight year old. As such, I don't find this funny at all.
I'm not the original Anonymous, I'm just a Jeff Rowland fan who thought you sounded like an overly sensitive prick, so I followed the link on your comment and read your blog a little. Your over-the-top reaction to the original "Anonymous" proved my suspicion. Are you aware that you have the option of not allowing comments from anonymous users?
My name is Lee, I'm a 21 year old Penn State student.
Then say that you're Lee. It isn't that hard. I allow anonymous comments to allow cowards to expose themselves as such.
Moreover, I wasn't trying to be funny. I was making an observation. You... are witless.
I am a witless coward. I am also petty and vindictive for taking the time to read about you just because you left a comment I didn't like on a comic about a poisonous potato.
You are apparently too sensitive to take a joke. We all have our flaws.
~Lee
**I'm also probably a loser with no friends judging from the fact that I have the time to do this.
scooter, i think you have rage issues.
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