Met In The Stairwell

You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11th, 2001, neither will I.

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I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say goodbye.

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I held his fingers steady as he dialed.

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I gave him the peace to say “honey I’m not going to make it.”

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I was with his wife when he called.

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I held her up as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.

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I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to me for help.

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“I have been knocking on the door of your heart for fifty years,” I said.

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I was at the base of the building with the priest, ministering to the injured.

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I took him home to tend to his flock in heaven.

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I was on all four of those planes, with every seat, with every prayer.

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I was with the crew as they were overtaken.

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I was in the hearts of the very frightened souls, comforting and assuring them that there faith had saved them.

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I want you to know that I saw every face.

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I knew every name, but not all of you knew me.

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Some met me for the very first time on the 86th floor.

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Some sought me with their last breath.

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Some chose for the final time to ignore me, but I was there.

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I did not place you in the tower that day.

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You may not know why, but I do.

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September 11th, 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.

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Seek me now while I may be found, for I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

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God bless you all.

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Author: Stacey Randall

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"...be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age." Matthew 28:20 (NLT)