a poem by Kristine J. Trudeau, USA

Life became personal the day the twin towers fell.
Crying over Lassie re-runs became ridiculous-
Watching Bruce Willis thwart terrorists in sky scrapers and airports became obscene.
It became personal, because it finally sank-in,
That what I was watching on my TV screen wasn't a movie;
These were real people involved in this drama,
And like it or not, I was involved too.

Life became personal when names and faces were put with the statistics.
It was no longer 6000 missing, it was Bob and Joe and Sue.
It was somebody's father, or sister, or husband, or coworker.
It became personal when I realized - it could have been me.

Life became personal to those who died.
What started out to be a normal day,
Turned out to be the last day of their lives.
Life became personal when I was forced to face death-
It became personal when I realized; not only was my country vulnerable -
I was vulnerable.

Life became personal when President George W. Bush
Declared the atrocities of September 11, 2001 an act of war.
It became personal because war involves "everyone",
And there is no escaping it.

Life became personal when people began to pray.
The situation became bigger than life itself,
And we were forced to our knees,
Seeking the One who could handle it,
The Creator of Life.

Original written October 16, 2001
(Revised Sept. 11, 2011)

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