A Late Thought About September 11

On Sunday evening, September 11, I was driving home from CHBC listening to NPR's broadcast of a "Concert for Hope" at the Kennedy Center.  After President Obama spoke, a woman whose husband died in the 9/11 attacks read a reflection crafted by a British columnist in the days after the attack.  Despite my best efforts to identify that woman's name and the author's name, I could not do so.  Nonetheless, I want to share the essence of that message because it spoke to me so profoundly.   Basically, what she read was as follows:

The 9/11 attacks were fueled by hatred and rage.  The highjacking of those planes and the crashing of those planes into buildings and fields brought that hatred and rage before the eyes of the world.  Those responsible for the attacks believed, at least in part, that their hate filled actions would prevail that day.  

However, hate did not prevail.  Many trapped inside the World Trade Centers that day knew the end was near.  Many who found themselves in that situation used their cell phones or other's phones to say their last words to loved ones, friends, and family.  Almost without exception every call from those trapped in the soon-to-fall buildings that day ended with the words "I love you."  Even in the midst of that terror, hate and rage could not extinguish love.  Ultimately, those calls out of the towers, as simple as they were, were more powerful than those planes crashing into the towers.

I live in hope, even in a world where 9/11 tragedies occur far too often, because I too believe that no amount of hate and terror can triumph over love.