You say you will never forget where you were when you
                   heard the news on September 11, 2001.

                   Neither will I.

                   I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who
                   called his wife to say "Good-Bye." I held his fingers steady as
                   he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going
                   to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

                   I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to
                   their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his
                   words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

                   I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out
                   to Me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your
                   heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way
                   home - only believe on Me now."

                   I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to
                   the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to fend to
                   his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

                   I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every
                   prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in
                   the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and
                   assuring them that their faith has saved them.

                   I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you
                   when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me? I want
                   you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name -though
                   not all know Me.

                   Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.

                   Some sought Me with their last breath.

                   Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke
                   and flames; "Come to Me... this way... take my hand." Some
                   chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

                   I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know
                   why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive
                   moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

                   September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
                   But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you
                   as well.

                   Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you
                   know you are "ready to go."

                   I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.


                         (author unknown)