I don’t know who wrote this.. but it touched my heart…

‘MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL’

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 in 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 tend 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 , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan .
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?

Sept. 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.

God

Repost of 9/11 Tribute

James J. Straine
36 years old.
From: Oceanport, N.J.
James died in a attack by Terrorists on the World Trade Center.

Called Jimmy by friends, the Husband of Trisha,
the father of Finn, and Charlie.
James Straine was a son, brother, husband and father most loved.
He had returned to his job on the 104th Floor of One World Trade Center in Manhattan.
Sept 10th for half days, he had been blessed with a new son, 5 days before.

The last call Trisha received from Jim came about 8am on Sept.11, 2001.
Jimmy had called to see how she was doing; it was to be 2 yr old
Finn’s first day of nursery school. Charlie was 6 days old.
Jimmy was worried bout his wife.

Trisha was missing her lover and soul mate.

There was no way to know that would be the final call.

James is said to have been a kind person, with never a cross word.
He was much loved by friends and family.

He was to have been a groomsman in a wedding on the 15 of Sept, 2001

James was an avid reader, hardly seen without a book.
He loved to Golf, and fish
James was a fixed- income investment salesman, at the Cantor Fitzgerald
center in the World Trade Center.

In August 2001, the Straine family moved to Oceanport, N.J., so that James Straine, and his family, could be near the ocean and the Shrewsbury River.
Everywhere you go in Oceanport you can see water, and it was just perfect for his great passion, fishing.
So weeks before James was murdered by Terrorists, he had realized a
Life long dream, To Live on the Ocean.
He at least had the opportunity to take young Finn fishing once.

Trisha, His love, their Children,
Family, friends,
Beach, water, golf, reading, life

There is a golf tournament held each summer now to help Remember Jimmy Straine.
An annual gathering of friends takes place,
Finn and Charlie hear stories; learn about their daddy second hand from people who loved Jimmy and love them also.

The tournament it is also the way that the James J. Straine, Jr. Memorial Scholarship at Jimmy’s alma mater, Watchung Hills Regional High School in Warren, New Jersey is funded.

Jimmy is at home with the Lord.
His family is here and can use our prayers of support and comfort.

From our hearts to yours, we will never forget.
God Bless America.

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