No one special

  1. I am no one special.

    I'm the little boy that gives up his favorite teddy bear so that a stranger may be comforted.

    I'm the single mother who has been trying to teach her child to sleep in their own bed, who holds them tight long into the night, thanking God it wasn't her child that died.

    I'm the old man, angry and resentful that his military doesn't want him because of his age.

    I'm the teenaged girl that spends hours cutting ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of remembrance.

    I'm the young man who doesn't understand why his father was running up the stairs as the building fell, trying to save just one more person, instead of saving himself.

    I'm the old woman who will never see her grandchild again.

    I'm the little girl, playing with her doll, who can't
    understand when someone screams hateful things at her because of where her family is from.

    I'm the police officer, trying to keep idiotic reporters safe, when his wife is still among the missing.

    I'm the fire fighter that called in sick that day, only to discover
    that someone else died in his place.

    I'm the man who survived the falling building only to learn
    that his sister and baby niece were in the plane.

    I'm the secretary, angered by the seemingly callous response of those around her.

    I'm a spelunker, who is climbing down into the remains of a building, hoping to find someone still alive.

    I'm the dog handler, searching for bodies, that has to comfort
    my animal when only death remains.

    I'm the woman who stands in line for five hours in order to
    give blood, hoping to help strangers in need.

    I'm the man who gets up and goes to work every day, in spite of the tragedy, because he still has a family to feed.

    I'm the first passenger to get back on a plane, even though I'm terrified, because I know somebody has to be first.

    Who am I?
    I'm nobody special.
    I'm just an American.
  2. 6 Comments

  3. by   essarge

    This was a wonderful thing to read. I hope you don't mind, but I sent it to my friends and asked them to share it. It reminds us that no matter who we are in this country, we are still AMERICANS! Thank you so much!!!
  4. by   KC CHICK
    essarge, and everyone else, please feel free to send it to everyone you know. I recieved it e-mail from a friend myself.

  5. by   MRed94
    Printed and will be passing it around....Thanks!

  6. by   eventsnyc
    KC Thank you for sharing the forward. I am going to cut-&-paste it to my BB journal
    ( location of your post: so that my friends in NYC and abroad who do not usually visit this board may enjoy it too.

    Best wishes,
    Last edit by eventsnyc on Sep 27, '01
  7. by   fergus51
    I took it to work and one of the nurses laminated it and posted it in the nurses station as a reminder that Americans have a lot to be proud of. Thanks KC Chick.
  8. by   jennifer jane
    It is unbelieveable to think of what has happened in New York, i received a postcard of the worlds trade centre posted the day before this horrific disaster. This poem that was posted is lovely but Who am i? I'm nobody special: many hundreds of Britains were killed along with many others who were not Americans. The stories that are still coming out on the news make you feel sick to your stomach.
    Take care to you all as who knows what this has started or when it will end, it may end with nuclear weapons and that would be it.