Honored Hereos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Heroes of life live amongst us, although at the time we know
nothing of them.

Major disasters strike America, calling forth certain people
mentioned by God.

Lives fall open, sacrifices are made in order to save many
people.

Few who are chosen make us proud, bringing tears to our eyes,
filling our hearts with saddened sorrow.

Yet, those who were on Flight 93 stood for us - for democracy -
for freedom and liberty.

Using every ounce of courage, knowing that they were going to
die no matter what they did, those on that fateful flight
fought to their death - and won - saving thousands of lives -
knowing theirs was spent already.

Life is always a perfect miracle - death holds only imperfect
miracles - someone's life must always be sacrificed at the
same time.

All of us - we true Americans - appreciate and thank everyone
who died for us on Flight 93.

Most of us never knew those who gave their lives for people
they also never knew.

Walking through the quaint field where Flight 93 went down,
President Bush and his wife reflect on those who've died
and focus heartfelt attention on family members left behind
to grieve and miss their loved ones.

Slowly, hugging, talking, signing autographs - so very
American - for families of our heroes.

Taking their time, President Bush and his wife, prayerfully
touch fragile lives with tender kindness, a gentleness,
seeming to be guided by the Holy Spirit.

(10: 53 a.m. - 9/11/02)
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