09/12/2024
September 11, 2001, a day forever etched in my memory like a scar on the soul of New York City.
I remember waking up to a crisp, clear morning, the sun shining brightly as I walked with optimism on the trails in Savoy Massachusetts.
Among others, there was a Senator, an Amish family, someone from West Virginia in kidney failure, who drove alone against Doctors orders with a prognosis: “You won’t make that trip and live.”
We had checked into a Sanitarium a few days ago. A Sanitarium is place where wholistic health is the modality of treatment.
Sitting in a dining room taking our healing portions, the Senator and I, a resident of NY, were called by one of the Practitioners. We were told about what was happening in NYC.
In a moment , the sky turned a sickly shade of gray, filled with what must have produced an acrid smell of smoke and ash.
Panic set in as we watched in horror, frozen in place, as the towers burned and crumbled. The sounds of screams, shattering glass, and crumbling concrete still echo in my mind.
I saw people running for their lives, covered in dust and debris, their faces etched with fear and desperation. I saw firefighters and police officers rushing towards the danger, their bravery and selflessness in the face of unimaginable evil.
As the towers fell, a cloud of ash and smoke enveloped us, choking the air from our lungs right there in the office in Savoy Massachusetts. We stumbled through the thoughts of those streets, with people blinded and disoriented, searching for safety. My own family back in the city! The Senator’s colleagues back in Washington, D.C.!
In the days that followed, the health guests came together in grief and solidarity. We shared stories of loss and resilience, of heroism and hope. We found strength in our diversity, our differences forgotten in the face of tragedy...right there at the Sanitarium.
But even as we strove to rebuild our cells, tissues, organs and systems in recovery, the scars of that day remained. The memories of what we saw, what we lost, and what we survived remains 23 years later.
We our selves were fighting “internal terrorists,” such as cysts, tumors, heavy burdens of trauma, among other maladies.
For me, 9/11 will always be a reminder of the power of GODS PLAN, of His words: “I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.” Psalm 118:17. It would remind me of the fragility of life and the strength of the human spirit. It will always be a reminder that “Sickness is the result of violating nature's law. CTBH 12.3.
“Those who are sick in body are nearly always sick in soul, and when the soul is sick the body is made sick.” Medical Ministry, p. 238.
Leaving that institution after a complete makeover, I contemplated the resilience that defines us. I left with a determination to take better care of my health and to educate others on how to live as Better Living Beings.
P.S Thank God my family and friends survived the storm!
The Senator was determined to remain and complete the treatments because she understood the gift of life and health.
The gentleman with renal failure not only lived, but departed with good tidings on what happens to the human machinery when we obey nature’s laws.
“Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.” 3 Jn.2.
#911
