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Posted on 09/09/2007 6:11:03 AM PDT by NYer
Though I didn't see it with my own eyes, others did: Monsignor Ignace Sadek, an elderly Catholic priest in Brooklyn, rushed down to the waterfront to pray for the dead and dying as the towers burned. When the first tower came down, the vast and choking cloud of ash lumbered across the harbor to the shores of Brooklyn. No one knew what poisons were in that cloud, but that old priest stood there with his hands raised in prayer, and with terrified strangers falling at his feet begging for absolution for their sins. I think about what Msgr. Sadek did a lot those days, doing what he could for people, with no regard for his own safety.
God Bless all those who were there and lent their hand on that horrible day. I sat in the comfort of my bed drinking coffee thousands of miles away and cried as I watched on TV. I have never felt so helpless.
Thank you. (Hope you're feeling better.)
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I believe that is true for all of us. It was such a shock. Other than Pearl Harbor, our country had never been attacked. As the day progressed, I recall looking up to the sky and for the first time in my life, not seeing any airplanes. It was so eerie.
Even today, when ever I see and airplane in the sky, I wonder if I keep looking will I see it come down and crash into a building?
In my city, the non-denominational and Christian churches within walking distance all had their doors locked. What a shame, I really could have used a chapel. So I went home and lit all my candles :(
Yes! Me too!
I used to work for a major international airline and traveled frequently between the US and Europe. This was during the golden years of aviation in th 70s to mid 80s, when the worst incidents were empty planes bombed on the tarmac in Italy. Shortly after I quit to raise my daughter, there was the Lockerbie incident where a bomb exploded on the aircraft while flying at 30,000'. The view of the earth from up there is just magnificent and it horrifying to imagine the fear of those passengers knowing they were doomed to death. The same for the passengers that flew into the WTC, Pentagon and PA field. I am so grateful for the beautiful memories I hold from those years when I was able to board an aircraft without fear.
I thought the Maryknolls were Catholic.
True profiles in courage. God Bless the priests who did so much minstry that horrible day.
**”Whenever I hear them, I have to stop and remind myself where I am,” he said.**
I’m not trying to brag, but when I hear any kind of siren, I say a Hail Mary for the people the police of fire fighters are going to help as well as for the emergency officers themselves.
Got the hint from my priest.
Just stop what you are doing long enough to say a Hail Mary!
Wonderful account.
**On the day of the terrorist attacks, there were 19 Transfiguration parishioners missing, but ultimately, there were three fatalities, including one firefighter.**
May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
I am curious.
How filled were your churches the night of 9-11? Ours was packed for a specially scheduled Mass.
It was very busy the Friday right after 9/11 on that Tuesday. I remember walking to my parish church for a special prayer service that Friday night and I had walked with my USA flag and people from home said hi and was pleased to see me with the flag.
My parish church was busy or packed.
I think a lot of people went to Confession that night too.
I will never forget, just gotten to work at my local community college, having called my mother to let her know I had mailed some important letters when she told me on the phone about the first plane having hit WTC Tower 1. She thought it was a movie and she had the wrong channel. When she told me that another plane hit WTC Tower 2 then I KNEW that we were attacked. I was in shock for the rest of the day and could not belive it.
Would not suprised me because we had seen death up close and personal. There is a tower building I used to work, had quit the job I had, working at a restraunt only six month earlier. It had only 38 floors. Tallest in my home state. Still to this day is fearful of going into that tower building.
At the time my church was 50 miles away from my home and I did not go there until the next Sunday. I remember my minister, a flaming liberal, did not give a satisfactory sermon the next Sunday. I felt worse after going and it was kind of the end of the end for me and that church. As far as the churches around here, I don’t know, I was at home glued to the TV.
I wish I could remember that sermon but it is probably better than I don’t.
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