bleeding sunlight

This was my post on the 12th of September 2008. It was a belated 9/11 memory post.

You know, about 9/11

2,975 died out of 17,400 in the building.
That's 20%.
Rest in peace.
And thank God for those that survived.

I heard somewhere (I think it was in church), about what happened on that day.
There were testimonials everywhere after that, when people started telling about how they had been caught up in traffic that day, or their cars wouldn't start, or they got held up in some way, so they weren't at the World Trade Center when the planes crashed into it.

Why did so many have to die?
And why did the survivors survive when they did, while others died?

I'll get back to you on that. I need to find answers and somehow I will.

You know what?
Maybe when it's someone's "time" to die, it really is.

Maybe they've done all they can and all they want to in this world. Or maybe if they want to do more, so much more, it might not have led to anything, or it might not have brought happiness.

When it's someone's "time" to die, it would mean that they have accomplished everything that they were supposed to do; it must mean that.

And that means that those people are extraordinary.

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