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A former co-worker of mine sent an e-mail that described the morning activities of three or four people who had jobs in one of the World Trade Center towers in New York City. These people, for one reason or another, were delayed September 11, 2001 and could not make it to work on time. As a result, they were not in the buildings brought down by terrorists.
I saw exactly where it was going, and I didn’t like it.
It said something like, “So remember, the next time you can’t find your shoes or you miss the bus, don’t complain; it may be God intervening in your life.”
I wrote a quick, somewhat heated reply asking what those people must have done to deserve God’s grace that day. Did they pray harder than the religious among the nearly 3,000 who died in New York and other locations? Did God find so few worthy of sparing that he “allowed” that many to get to work on time and, if they were lucky, leap to their deaths instead of burning alive?
It’s exactly this kind of crap that should make a religion want to excommunicate select idiotic members. (Somewhat regrettably, my wording was not that harsh.)
The woman who sent it did not reply, but another person did. Without any text in his message, he attached the song “Jump” by Van Halen. This was a man who was not born in the United States, but who lives and works here and enjoys renting movies to view when ever he chooses.
I was so angry that I almost couldn’t finish work that day.
I didn’t bother to reply, as I knew it would only make him laugh harder at his pitiable joke. He worked an after-hours shift, so confronting him in person to ask his intent wasn’t feasible.
I’m not one of those blind patriots who supports our government no matter what. After the attacks I didn’t froth at the mouth and curse all Muslims worldwide. I winced when our president said of potential attackers of US forces, “Bring them on.” I can’t stand that the US fatalities in Iraq number more than those lost in the event we’re trying to — let’s all face it — avenge, but I certainly don’t have a solution.
However, each year on this date I will think of the victims of the September 11, 2001 attacks. They didn’t die because of any choices they had made, and God did not miraculously make a chosen few late for work.
(Note: I did not write this as a condemnation of anybody’s religious beliefs, but as an example of one person’s misguided expression of them. Because, isn’t that exactly what inspired the attacks in the first place?)