Today as I was out for a walk in the Rocky Mountain foothills, trying to clear my mind, I looked east across the vast corn and wheat fields of eastern Colorado and felt like NYC was just below the horizon. It's amazing how tragedy has a way of bringing people together and bridging huge distances.
Last night I was talking to my sister on the phone and she mentioned that she had a "poem" formulating in her head, but thought it would just sound silly or insignificant if she wrote it down. I encouraged her to write it anyway, and this is what she had to say. (Hardly "silly" if you ask me.)
I Will Persevere
I am overwhelmed by feelings of grief and loss. I grieve, not for the loss of loved ones, for I have truly been blessed to have my family safe and sound. But I grieve....
for the loss of thousands of people,
When I try to imagine how the mothers and fathers, the
brothers and sisters, the daughters and sons, and the
grandfathers and grandmothers that have lost the loved
ones might feel, my eyes water up, my chest gets tight,
and I have to stop. I cannot tolerate the pain.
for the loss of a sense of safety,
I will now always wonder what is going to happen when I
or a loved one gets on a plane, instead of thinking of the
adventure of the trip that is about to ensue. I will wonder
what bad news is coming with the 7 am phone call
instead of looking forward to talking to a loved one. I will
wonder if my son will be safe when I drop him off at
daycare or at school instead of wondering what he will
learn that day.
for the loss of humanity,
These acts of terrorism are inhuman and they dig a hole
into the heart of my country and into the hearts of people
around the world.
and for my son.
I question why I brought someone into this world where
such cruelty can occur. I love my son with all of my heart
and I don't know how to protect him from the horror of
this world.
I am ANGRY at the people who think they have the right to kill tousands of innocent people. I am angry at the people who cheer and throw candy at the news of thousands of mothers and fathers, and daughters and sons being killed. They have no right to do that and yet they do. I am angry that I no longer feel safe in my country and that I have to raise my son in such an hostile world. I am angry that I feel confused in making sense of what happened and helpless as to how to help the world, my country, those who have been hurt, and those who have lost loved
ones.
But I will NOT give in to those feelings of confusion or helplessness. I will NOT let my anger turn into HATE.
I WILL find way to honor those who have died...
By using my anger to give me strength and courage to face the
world and remind the world of good, of hope, of life, and of
love.
By not giving into fear and living in darkness.
By embracing life and making the most out of every minute.
By valuing my family and making time to enjoy them and show
my love.
By teaching my son that although there is both bad and good
in the world, evil will not ultimately win when there is good.
By treating every person I meet with respect.
This will not be easy to accomplish. I am sure that I will frequently
want to give in to fear and anger.
But I will persevere because
I am a woman,
I am a mother,
I am an American,
and I am human.
by Nancy KS Kurokawa, Ph.D.
September 11, 2001 after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon
Last night I was talking to my sister on the phone and she mentioned that she had a "poem" formulating in her head, but thought it would just sound silly or insignificant if she wrote it down. I encouraged her to write it anyway, and this is what she had to say. (Hardly "silly" if you ask me.)
I Will Persevere
I am overwhelmed by feelings of grief and loss. I grieve, not for the loss of loved ones, for I have truly been blessed to have my family safe and sound. But I grieve....
for the loss of thousands of people,
When I try to imagine how the mothers and fathers, the
brothers and sisters, the daughters and sons, and the
grandfathers and grandmothers that have lost the loved
ones might feel, my eyes water up, my chest gets tight,
and I have to stop. I cannot tolerate the pain.
for the loss of a sense of safety,
I will now always wonder what is going to happen when I
or a loved one gets on a plane, instead of thinking of the
adventure of the trip that is about to ensue. I will wonder
what bad news is coming with the 7 am phone call
instead of looking forward to talking to a loved one. I will
wonder if my son will be safe when I drop him off at
daycare or at school instead of wondering what he will
learn that day.
for the loss of humanity,
These acts of terrorism are inhuman and they dig a hole
into the heart of my country and into the hearts of people
around the world.
and for my son.
I question why I brought someone into this world where
such cruelty can occur. I love my son with all of my heart
and I don't know how to protect him from the horror of
this world.
I am ANGRY at the people who think they have the right to kill tousands of innocent people. I am angry at the people who cheer and throw candy at the news of thousands of mothers and fathers, and daughters and sons being killed. They have no right to do that and yet they do. I am angry that I no longer feel safe in my country and that I have to raise my son in such an hostile world. I am angry that I feel confused in making sense of what happened and helpless as to how to help the world, my country, those who have been hurt, and those who have lost loved
ones.
But I will NOT give in to those feelings of confusion or helplessness. I will NOT let my anger turn into HATE.
I WILL find way to honor those who have died...
By using my anger to give me strength and courage to face the
world and remind the world of good, of hope, of life, and of
love.
By not giving into fear and living in darkness.
By embracing life and making the most out of every minute.
By valuing my family and making time to enjoy them and show
my love.
By teaching my son that although there is both bad and good
in the world, evil will not ultimately win when there is good.
By treating every person I meet with respect.
This will not be easy to accomplish. I am sure that I will frequently
want to give in to fear and anger.
But I will persevere because
I am a woman,
I am a mother,
I am an American,
and I am human.
by Nancy KS Kurokawa, Ph.D.
September 11, 2001 after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon
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