Pray For Manchester

They didn’t deserve to die in their state of innocent bliss. The kids at that concert were just having a great time watching their idol Ariana Grande sing – I know I would have if I were there even if I wasn’t the biggest Ariana fan. I feel sympathy for all of those who lost their lives. It’s great that everyone came together and paid their tributes to the fallen in Manchester. Not to wish anything bad on anyone, but I do hope that whoever did this gets what’s coming for them: a lifetime of suffering and punishment. If they don’t care that a packed house of people, many of them children and teens, have their lives ended in a flash of a second, then why should we give them any forgiveness?

Today we band together for Manchester in the United Kingdom and hope that those that lost their loved ones can make it through their sadness and despair. Life will move on as usual but for the families of the victims, there will always be a gaping hole that can never be patched up. It’s another in a series of attacks in the UK that have happened on the 22nd. Why the 22nd? Is it just a coincidence? Or a deeper conspiracy? I don’t know but there are probably some good theories to it that I would love to explore.

 

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9/11 at 15

WTC+Bodies+Hitting+Ground | 9 11 Bodies:

Another year has come to remember the ghosts of our pasts. The 15th anniversary of 9/11 is more historical than ever, more rooted in mystery and awe. The real superheroes of that fateful day were the firefighters and other brave people who went into the buildings to try to save the ones that were trapped. It’s good that 15 years later we still stop to remember the events that shook the country for at least a month. Just today, I have seen the horrific pictures taken shortly after the attacks, coming across them on a search for images from 9/11. I’m interested in watching the movie “Zero Dark Thirty” about the 10 year hunt for bin Laden, the mastermind behind the attacks. It’s supposed to be a true account of the events with of course some creative liberties taken by the director.

Superhero, Stump

 

The Madness Needs to Stop

The light has faded from their eyes

The frailness of the country evident

These downed men

Serving their homeland

Innocent souls

Lost to the insanity and chaos

Of the pitfalls of humanity

 

Frail 

Shakespearean Love

Injected blood

Body’s hot blood

A stream of truth

Forcing out the

Most secretive answers

From memory bank and

Through the mouth

To open stale air

And the ears

Of his adversary

Solving the hard case

Saving a fragile case

Against his will

For their own selfish

Acts of discovery

He told them everything

About the way she

Stared back into his

Heartless eyes

How he grasped her

Closely and told her

Not to scream

And then by ominous chance

His hand slipped

A deadly serum

Into her pretty neck

And he watched her

Die in his arms

A most tragic scene

Like Romeo and Juliet

In Shakespeare’s final

Act of foolish love

Later on

He would do the same

Just to be with her

In a cold dark room far away


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth Serum.”

Another prompt repeat, my favorite. See my first response over a year ago.

A Song For A Hero

This song is in memory of 35-year-old firefighter Dennis Rodeman, who was involved in a fatal hit and run collision on September 9th in Lansing, Michigan. A 22-year old deranged man named Grant Taylor deliberately ran him over because he was angry at the firefighter for collecting donations and holding up traffic. He threw an apple core at the firefighters who were also participating in the “Fill the Boot” campaign and sped off. After the firefighters got mad at the 22-year old for throwing the apple core, he turned back and obliterated Rodeman with his vehicle.
Taylor was charged with murder and fleeing a crime scene. I was there on Jolly and Cedar just hours before Rodeman was killed, going to the plasma center around the corner where he was standing. I found out about the accident on television about an hour after I was at home in Jackson. Rodeman was collecting donations for the Muscular Dystrophy Association and International Association of Firefighters. He later died at a hospital, leaving behind his wife who was pregnant. This story is still relevant on my local news and elsewhere, more details being picked up, such as the apple core tonight.

Dennis Rodeman 2

Money is being raised for the firefighter’s family with a GoFundMe account. Over $125,000 and counting. You can click on the link and donate money yourself for his family. I’m not personally asking you to donate, but it would be a nice gesture to help some people in need. It would help pay for funeral and burial costs.

There are no cliffhangers for this story. An innocent man, a wonderful brave man who served in the Marines and in Iraq, is dead for no good reason and his funeral is to be held this week. The only good thing is the killer was caught and eventually will be put in prison or at least a mental institution because of his recent psychiatric problems.

I can’t believe I saw the man for the final time before his fateful ending. I wondered what he was doing, standing in the street with a boot. If I was on that street corner a few hours later, I would have witnessed Rodeman’s horrifying accident and this post would look a little different. Maybe not with pictures, but with more vivid first-hand detail.

Rodeman’s family and friends are together and mourning his loss. His death became not just local news but national news as well, the story being listed as a “popular” link on Bing and other search engines. He went out a hero and his story is an inspiration to many.

And all was well with the world. Or maybe it isn’t in this case.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”

Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”

New America

14 years ago,
A tragic happening,
A city was in ruins,
Walls crumbling down around

The smoke filled the air,
The ash was so toxic,
New York life running,
Running for their life

Today I bow my head,
And put on a quiet somber,
To remember those who died,
The kids who lost their mother and father

I remember the day,
I remember the people,
The beauty was destroyed,
The shattered steeple

A young child was I,
So innocent and unaware,
We made it through though,
Can’t pick on us,
We are prepared

This New America,
It seems so much better,
But it is not perfect,
Still have scarlet letters

The world so advanced,
Social media rules us all,
Our eyes, my eyes,
Are wide open,
All because of that tragic fall

But even on this day
A little humor is okay
It helps to heal the wounds
Helps to restitch the tattered fray

Brought together again
The world so diverse
The beauty of tragedy
so poetically versed