scopOphilic_documentary_911f - scopOphilic1997 presents never before seen photographs from September 11, 2001 shot with a digital camera.
911 - The aftermath - MicroMessaging in the aftermath of the 911 tragedy. Also shown are the vigils for the victims at St Vincent's Hospital & Union Square. And, supporters along the West Side Highway for the 911 emergency workers. The signs were everywhere in lower Manhattan for a couple of years.
This is the hardest prose I ever had to type in my blog. I don't think I ever became passionate like this with the words I used. Perhaps it's connected to me in a way because it involves a special education teacher and her paraprofessional that met their demise the same day. It feels out of my shell and it took time to be sure I got the victims names right, though I extended a few of them or wrote the Spanish equivalent where applicable. Forgive me for feeling horrible about this.
I know I could barely change all things; I know some things shall always remain constant.
I could give sympathies, condolences or thoughts over anything terrible that happens.
But if there's something I know of that can, shall, and must change -- it's about assault rifles and semi automatic ones too. It's become commonplace and so conspicuous it should be crazy and a crime.
Twenty one lives matter and don't have to leave by a massacre in vain.
The time is around 11:30am CDT on May 24, 2022, and nineteen elementary school students are in the right place where they are meant to be. About four or five of them just had happy things occur to them hours even days earlier.
One girl didn't even want to go to school that day, sensing that something bad was going to happen.
One teacher was planning a wedding anniversary with her husband later, another one was proud of her fourth grade students that she taught all of this year and seventeen others while also known as someone that had helped an autistic student like me during her teaching years.
Most importantly, those nineteen kids were going to come home to their families and two ladies were going to come home to their husbands -- one of them planning twenty five years since she got married to her husband.
They were planning vacation time and more happy things to come to them. It's very close to the end of the academic year.
The fourth graders among them were about to move up to enter fifth grade.
Then an eighteen year old troubled, reserved, and scary troublemaking Chupacabra shoots his weapon to the window through a school parking lot for twelve minutes before just walking into Robb Elementary and going into four different classrooms, systematically commiting robbery on young futures, femicide and genocide on twenty one of his own ethnic Latino people that were strangers to him.
I don't know how or even why he got there, particularly after he almost murders his grandma to later drive and abandon his grandma's pickup truck near the elementary school without a driver's license. I don't understand why he picked that particular elementary school.
His grandpa especially doesn't realize his grandson has bought two legal semi-automatics; he himself has had a criminal record that doesn't let him be in a residence with any weapon.
His mom sends him over to his grandparents because she has a fight and a falling out with her son. Even his grandma has to fight him over a phone bill.
No one in that family even knows where the dad is in this Chupacabra's life.
All of that doesn't matter in the end, even when a border patrol cop eventually annihilated the Chupacabra.
Y'all didn't deserve to leave this earth that morning the way you did.
Amerie, you tried calling for help, Irma, you hugged your students that were scared out of their mind over the guns that were used, Evangelína, you were a lady that helped an autistic student like me years before and you just jumped in to save your students lives, Tessa, you just wanted to go to a Disney park, Alithia, you just celebrated ten years since you came into this unforgivable Earth, Elíahana, you especially wanted to read a Bible that coming Sunday, Jacklyn, you were so happy about a Catholic communion - you would have been more than happy about a quince that was stolen from you.
Estos tiroteos me ponen tan triste, enojado, enfadado y mal. Yo no sé por qué hay que quitarle la felicidad casi de inmediato. Pero este tiroteo se convertirá en la última vez que alguien robe la felicidad de muchachos innocentes.
Por los senadores, representantes, y gobernadores, ser cobarde es malo, y la decisión correcta es a menudo muy difícil. No esperes a hacerlo algo bien antes de que te afecte. No tenga miedo de tomar una decisión difícil con respecto a este problema.
Para la policía, haz tu trabajar mejor para arrinconar a la gente que hace el mal.
Para los residentes de la ciudad, nunca te conformes con la desesperanza con respecto a este problema. Dígale a las personas de su confianza si nota algo que no se ven bien.
Para las personas heridas, tómate todo el tiempo que necesites para sanar del dolor.
Para los sobrevivientes de la masacre, tómense todo el tiempo que necesiten para procesar lo sucedido.
Por las familias y huérfanos de las víctimas, no pierdan la esperanza de que algo bueno salga de está terrible tragedia.
Yo estoy cansando de las masacres que suceden demasiado. Esto no puede seguir pasando cada vez en este país. ¡No más!
For those who are grateful in their current, unexpected circumstances, there is hope. For those who are sick, and tired, and tired of being sick, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a dollar out of fifteen cents, there is hope. For those who’ve experienced an unexpected career change, there is hope. For those who are jobless without steady income, there is hope. For those who are struggling to pay bills, there is hope. For those struggling with health care, dental care, and retirement, there is hope. For those struggling to provide for their children and loved ones, there is hope. For those striving to find work-life balance, and struggling to adjust to “the new way” of living, there is hope. For those who are homeless, there is hope. For those suffering down the street, under the bridge, near the postal services, and near the city and neighborhood towers without a roof over their heads, clean clothes, food, medicines, and a bed to rest, there is hope. For those coping with unexpected illnesses and loss, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a living with their businesses, there is hope. For those who are struggling with depression and anxiety, there is hope. For those who are struggling mentally, physically, emotionally, personally, and spiritually, there is hope.For those stressed out and overwhelmed today about tomorrow, there is hope, so never ever give up WHEN YOU RISE. Stay strong and prayerful with faith that God is preparing a new thing in the midst of YOUR STORY for His glory! -Kala #whenyourise #releasessoon #bethankful #nevergiveup #Hopeisalive https://www.instagram.com/p/CSVXRAIsgDu/?utm_medium=tumblr
For those who are grateful in their current, unexpected circumstances, there is hope. For those who are sick, and tired, and tired of being sick, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a dollar out of fifteen cents, there is hope. For those who’ve experienced an unexpected career change, there is hope. For those who are jobless without steady income, there is hope. For those who are struggling to pay bills, there is hope. For those struggling with health care, dental care, and retirement, there is hope. For those struggling to provide for their children and loved ones, there is hope. For those striving to find work-life balance, and struggling to adjust to “the new way” of living, there is hope. For those who are homeless, there is hope. For those suffering down the street, under the bridge, near the postal services, and near the city and neighborhood towers without a roof over their heads, clean clothes, food, medicines, and a bed to rest, there is hope. For those coping with unexpected illnesses and loss, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a living with their businesses, there is hope. For those who are struggling with depression and anxiety, there is hope. For those who are struggling mentally, physically, emotionally, personally, and spiritually, there is hope.For those stressed out and overwhelmed today about tomorrow, there is hope, so never ever give up WHEN YOU RISE. Stay strong and prayerful with faith that God is preparing a new thing in the midst of YOUR STORY for His glory! -Kala #whenyourise #releasessoon #bethankful #nevergiveup #Hopeisalive https://www.instagram.com/p/CSVXE6VsAk2/?utm_medium=tumblr
For those who are grateful in their current, unexpected circumstances, there is hope. For those who are sick, and tired, and tired of being sick, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a dollar out of fifteen cents, there is hope. For those who’ve experienced an unexpected career change, there is hope. For those who are jobless without steady income, there is hope. For those who are struggling to pay bills, there is hope. For those struggling with health care, dental care, and retirement, there is hope. For those struggling to provide for their children and loved ones, there is hope. For those striving to find work-life balance, and struggling to adjust to “the new way” of living, there is hope. For those who are homeless, there is hope. For those suffering down the street, under the bridge, near the postal services, and near the city and neighborhood towers without a roof over their heads, clean clothes, food, medicines, and a bed to rest, there is hope. For those coping with unexpected illnesses and loss, there is hope. For those who are struggling to make a living with their businesses, there is hope. For those who are struggling with depression and anxiety, there is hope. For those who are struggling mentally, physically, emotionally, personally, and spiritually, there is hope.For those stressed out and overwhelmed today about tomorrow, there is hope, so never ever give up WHEN YOU RISE. Stay strong and prayerful with faith that God is preparing a new thing in the midst of YOUR STORY for His glory! -Kala www.visiblevoiceohyes.com #whenyourise #releasessoon #bethankful #nevergiveup #Hopeisalive (at U.S.A) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSVWteiMn9Q/?utm_medium=tumblr
Why dont men express how they feel? Why do they hold it in, not saying anything at all. It is annoying, i hate it! They dont express themselves like us femlaes do.. im just at a point now, that ill be able to focus on school, and making sure that everthing gets done. me and my ex live together. Its fine, we get along, i just hate that we dont really talk about shit. We just ignore it in a way. I wanna talk about it, he doesnt half the time. I want a relatiosnhip, where i can talk to anyone someone about anything, without being judge or bullshit. My ex, i still love him, i still wanna make this work, i really do! how can I, we live together, still share a room together. Feed eachother, we still hangout. Is it fair to say he is my partner? even though we arent a couple? i still call him my partner, it isnt weird, i just feel comfortable like that. I was with the man for 14months, and now we live together still, were friends. It still feels weird when i call him by his nickname and not by baby or babe. My world was turned upside down... what to do?
