Why didn’t you save the school children at ?. ..

Moses Lake , Washington 2/2/96
Bethel , Alaska 2/19/97
Pearl , Mississippi 10/1/97
West Paducah , Kentucky 12/1/97
Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97
Jonesboro , Arkansas 3/24/98
Edinboro , Pennsylvania 4/24/98
Fayetteville , Tennessee 5/19/98
Springfield , Oregon 5/21/98
Richmond , Virginia 6/15/98

Littleton , Colorado 4/20/99
Taber , Alberta , Canada 5/28/99
Conyers , Georgia 5/20/99
Deming , New Mexico 11/19/99
Fort Gibson , Oklahoma 12/6/99
Santee , California 3/ 5/01 and
El Cajon , California 3/22/01?

Sincerely,

Concerned Student

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Reply:

Dear Concerned Student:

I am not allowed in schools.

Sincerely,

God

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How did this get started?…

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Let’s see,
I think it started when Madeline Murray O’Hare complained
she didn’t want any prayer in our schools.

And we said, OK.

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Then, someone said you better not
read the Bible in school,
the Bible that says
“thou shalt not kill,
thou shalt not steal,
and love your neighbors as yourself,”

And we said, OK…

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Dr. Benjamin Spock said
we shouldn’t spank our children
when they misbehaved
because their little personalities
would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem.

And we said,
an expert should know what he’s talking about
so we won’t spank them anymore..

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Then someone said
teachers and principals better not
discipline our children when they misbehave.
And the school administrators said
no faculty member in this school
better touch a student when they misbehave
because we don’t want any bad publicity,
and we surely don’t want to be sued.

And we accepted their reasoning…

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Then someone said,
let’s let our daughters have abortions if they want,
and they won’t even have to tell their parents.

And we said, that’s a grand idea…

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Then some wise school board member said,
since boys will be boys
and they’re going to do it anyway,
let’s give our sons all the condoms they want,
so they can have all the fun they desire,
and we won’t have to tell their parents they got them at school.

And we said, that’s another great idea…

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Then some of our top elected officials said
it doesn’t matter what we do in private as long as we do our jobs.

And we said,
it doesn’t matter what anybody, including the President,
does in private as long as we have jobs and the economy is good….

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And someone else took that appreciation a step further
and published pictures of nude children
and then stepped further still by
making them available on the Internet.

And we said, everyone’s entitled to free speech….

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And the entertainment industry said,
let’s make TV shows and movies that promote
profanity, violence and illicit sex…
And let’s record music that encourages
rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and satanic themes…

And we said,
it’s just entertainment
and it has no adverse effect
and nobody takes it seriously anyway,
so go right ahead.

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Now we’re asking ourselves
why our children have no conscience,
why they don’t know right from wrong,
and why it doesn’t bother them to
kill strangers, classmates or even themselves.

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Undoubtedly,
if we thought about it long and hard enough,
we could figure it out.
I’m sure it has a great deal to do with…

“WE REAP WHAT WE SOW,”

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, “Lets sit, lets chat”

They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
“I have a dream!” and once he did
The Newcomer said, “Your dream still lives.”

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
“We’re from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine”
The Newcomer said, “You died not in vain.”

From a man on sticks one could hear
“The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, “We know the rest,
trust us sir, we’ve passed that test.”

“Courage doesn’t hide in caves
You can’t bury freedom, in a grave,”
The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

“Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we’re not”

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, “Don’t talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me”

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just ’cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone
“Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!”

So said Martin, as he watched the scene
“Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.”

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in ‘45

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
“I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow — but I don’t see fear.”

“You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You’re not really gone.

All of those people, even those who’ve never met you
All of their lives, they’ll never forget you
Don’t you see what has happened?
Don’t you see what you’ve done?
You’ve brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
“Take my hand,” and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

Author UNKNOWN
What a shame!

Scott Powell, 35, Silver Spring, Maryland
BTG Inc. confirmed dead, Pentagon.

Scott grew up in Washington, D.C., he graduated from Washington’s Duke Ellington School of the Arts.

He was employed by BTG Inc. He was a Microsoft Certified Systems Engineer, which led to a job at the Pentagon, where he worked as a civilian contractor.

Scott was not married to the military, but to life.

Scott had a identical twin brother, Art as well as an older brother Shaun.
Brothers who were his dearest friends.

At one time Scott and Art formed a group they called it the “Mable’s Twinzz” formed a music production company, “Dem Twinzz productions.”

Ironically, both had developed a passion for Arabic song, which they played while on a tour together in Sweden and the United Kingdom.

The duo would never perform together again. Over the ensuing days and weeks after the Pentagon catastrophe, friends and family, so long accustomed to being around the two brothers, would call Art, because they missed the sound of Scott’s voice.

He composed songs, most of them rhythm and blues, and played more than a half-dozen instruments from piano to drums.

“He loved music. It really was his life,” said his other brother, Shaun. “Then he developed an interest in computers and that paid his bills.”

Scott was a great musician. He could play anything; drum pads, acoustic piano, keyboards, bass, acoustic guitar.
He could program, sequence, mix, and coach singers on vocals.

He was also very open with people, challenging them to rethink how they behaved with others around him. He was in love with music and the Steelers.

Scott’s mother Catherine had her hands full as the boys grew up; she said her twin sons began playing the drums at the age of 2. Scott later was trained classically on the string bass, she said.

The twins took jobs at the same firm, BTG Inc.

“Every time you saw one of them, the other wouldn’t be far behind,” she said. “That’s what I’ll miss the most. When I see Art, I’ll always be looking for Scott.”

In one tribute, I saw a letter from Scott’s daughter Sydney, who wrote:

dear daddy up in heaven i love u and i miss u lots i kno your watchin me all ways ill write u again soon
your daughter Sydney

But was unable to get more details, I will keep looking.

To Scott Powell’s family, if there are things you’d like added, please contact me.

We will never forget.

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