HACKENSACK, N.J. - She remembers a hand.
Then a voice.
His name was Paul. And as he reached through the dusty darkness of the rubble of the World Trade Center, wrapping one hand, then another around her outstretched hand, he asked her name.
"Genelle," she said.
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Excellent. Thanks for posting this, jern.
Thank you. *sniff* There's something in my eye....
a beautiful story and a bright star in an otherwise dark hour in history.
Wet BUMP.
Wow, goosebumps. This really makes you think about how terribly short life is and where the focus should be placed.
Thank you Paul - where ever you are and God Bless all the volunteers who gave there all. America's finest in America's darkest moment.
Mine, too. My throat is full...
Always remember, always.
You say you will never forget where you were
when you heard the news on September 11, 2001.
Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
with a man who called his wife to say
"Good-Bye."
I held his fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say,
"Honey, I am not going to make it, but it's OK... I am ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called
as she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand his words
And as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor
when a woman cried out to Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!"
I said.
"Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now."
I was at the base of the building
with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes,
in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the very hearts of the believers there,
comforting and assuring them that their faith had saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London.
I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
"Did you sense Me?"
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name - though not all know Me.
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames.
"Come to Me... this way... take my hand."
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time
Would you have reached for Me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then at any moment, you know you're "ready to go."
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments
Remember I love you
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She should name her baby Paul.