People of America, Lets show our love!
Ask the Muslims that wish to build this Mosque to DONATE the money to the victims of 9/11 ( showing there love and tolerance) and we will give them the land for FREE!
How about The federal Government, just give the Islamic nut jobs the land they request for free? Allow Them to do what they wish with it.
Why stop at 13 stories? Name the Mosque what ever the loving, tolerating, sensitive Muslims wish. Cordoba center? What ever. In fact Those who felt the need to fall into the streets and celebrate ‘ The great Muslim victory’, They can even have the day 9/11 as a holiday.
THE LAND IS AVAILABLE IN 2819 YEARS !
( That’s the year 4820 AD )
Now will the Muslims show tolerance and wait?
In Memory Of Eugenia Piantieri
This year I was given the charge of memorializing a person to whom I had never met. The difficulty of this is apparent. Of course I knew that the info that I needed was out there, the Internet would aid me in this and with that I began to delve into a strangers life. What I did not expect was the overwhelming feelings one gets in doing this. After a few hours of Internet surfing I began to feel as if I really knew this person..As if she was my neighbor, co worker, a friend.
Eugenia Piantieri, or Jean as she was called by friends and family, had just started a new job at Marsh-McLennan Insurance on the 97th floor of tower one of the World Trade Center, A point in her life that she was proud of. The daughter of a military man Eugenia and her brother Marvin lived on Guam in her early years until her father was transferred to California at the age of seven. Her high school friends would remember her as Jean McCann to which they were members of both Drama and commercial Clubs in her Senior year and soon after she met and married Anthony Piantieri. Eugenia was truly and outright excited to be in New York city with a new job and at the young age of 55 years a promising future. From those who knew her they described her as having a whimsical unique personality, outgoing and charming, with a smile that suited her personality and beauty.
I did not know this person but it was my absolute privilege to do the research and memorial. And in this I am sure that I would have liked her and her presence.
It seems that the shock and sadness has worn away a little more with each passing year since the tragedy of 9/11 and I was no exception to this passiveness, but the power of the spirit in all of us lives on even in death. Eugenia’s spirit has reminded me of what life is truly all about. Because in the end we find we are all related, our senses tell us this; As a lite breeze shakes the leafs on the tree before me carries the smells of wonder to the next, with the light of a new day brings the laughter of a child in the sun warming a mothers heart. Beneath the stars a young lovers touch to another in long anticipation of the kiss and the bitterness of all that is ill sadness and lose.
Take a look around you and take in the beauty of life, what do you see? This is a most unimaginable place we live in, filled with everything one needs to love. And thru the spirit of Eugenia I have found a little more to love today.
boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth…Proverbs (ch. XXVII, v. 1)