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Thank you for this moving post.
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Sent: Friday, October 05, 2001 1:57 PM
Subject: Re: Flowers of the forrest
> I had some errands to do and I was uptown across from St. Pats the
following
> is what I saw of a fire captains funeral.
> I passed St.Patricks at noon yesterday;a beautiful day ;cloudless sunny
> perfect fall day in New York
> the great doors of the church swung open as the sounds of muffled drums
> rounded the corner
> a little boy in his sunday best clutched his mommys hand as an large red
> fire truck along curbside
> uniformed fire fighters lowered a flag draped coffin to the pre position
of
> their commrades on the steps.
> A team of white Belgian horses with empty waggon accompanied the fire
> truck.The horses were in black plume and crepe they appeared wild eyed and
> snorting.
> The crowd pressed forward as the white hat fire captain slowly
presented
> the battered fire helmet to the widow who was black veiled and still
> clutching her sons hand.
> She became unsteady in the moment and had to be assisted under elbow by
the
> fire captain. She then beckons to her little boy to recieved his
Daddys
> battered helmet.
> The little boy did so with both hands as if were recieving a crown ..
> .many in the crowd are choking back tears
> The six year old now turns heel to face the procession of the coffin
with
> his mom still under arm of the fire captain the sea of family and
> firefighters fall into position.
> Then there was a cry crack to command attention as a phlanx of kilted
> pipers skirl the air with the sounds of bagpipes.
> The procession of uniform and family begin to mount the steps to a a
> mournfull aire "Flowers of the Forrest"
> The little boy mounts the steps behind the flag draped coffin with both
> hands holding the batterd helmet as a few in the crowd call out "courage
"
> There is not a dry eye.
> With flags snapping at half mast the procession enters the massive
doors
> and drifts into the gothic spiritual darkness of this holy place.
> With that my cell phone rings and informs me of a meeting in ten minuets I
> have to be at . I grab cab and stare listless out the window .
>
> The capatain was 33 his pretty wife was 26 their little boy is six .
> There are 20,000 children affected by this attack
> When Tich Nacht Hahn the famous buddhist and zen poet (sp?) was attacked
by
> pirates in the Yellow sea he did not sit SatSeng(sp) he fought with all
the
> cunning and daing God had given him so did the passengers on the pennsy
> flight that crashed ..our path is obvious; our resolve is deep
> Pray for peace in the hearts of all our women and men overseas right now ;
> that they can get the job done.
>
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