Twelve long years have passed since the tragedy at the World Trade Center and The Pentagon happened. I am taking this time to honor one victim as a tribute to ALL 2996 lives that were so harshly taken that Sept. Morning. Charles J. Houston, a forty-two year old stock broker working for Euro Brokers Inc. Located on the eighty-second floor in Tower number two is where Charles spent his final hours. Taken from us for NO Fuckin good reason as well as all the others lost that day, still goes without REAL answers. All we can say or hope for is that God is blessing these poor families effected by this tragedy. Even my family was effected. My father helped build those beautiful pieces of New York City skyline, and as well with the clean-up. My brother-in law mentally lost it after the clean-up. He picked up part of a human body. I will leave it at that. Now he is my ex-bro in law(mentally changed drastically). If that is what the workers went through, I can only imagine what the families are going through to this very day. May God Bless Every One Of Them.
Taken from Legacy.com, as appeared in the New York Times here is some thoughts from those who actually knew him:
Charles Joseph Houston was 6-foot-1, weighed 225 pounds and had a thick mustache. "He had a rough exterior, but inside, he was such a mush, especially around children." said Linda Houston, his wife. He frolicked in his backyard pool with his 2- year-old nieces, read to his 9-year-old nephew, and in general "snuggled with them." He went for walks with them and took them to movies and malls. "He was like a second father," she said."But he was a pull-no-punches type of guy," she added. "What you see is what you get. He wouldn't sugarcoat on anything. If you asked him for an opinion, he'd tell you what he really thought, sometimes even things you didn't want to hear."He and his brother-in-law, Otto Diodato, the father of his nieces and nephew, used to be efficient handymen in their two houses, merely a few yards apart. They'd be constantly concocting projects , redoing the kitchen counter tops, building fences, changing the bathroom tiles , and actually finishing them. But shortly before the September attack, they had become more like "Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble," his wife said. "They would joke around, enjoy each other's company, and the projects would last forever." Mr. Houston, 42, worked at Euro Brokers. He and his wife were planning to adopt a child next summer.
God Bless America!!!
Every Sept. 11 for as long as this blog is alive, I will continue to post this about Charles Houston. Keeping HIS memory alive as well as ALL the others lost that tragic day.
Many thanx to Ed and my Dad for the pictures. Taken from Ground Zero Sept.20, 2001. Thank all of you guys and gals that helped clean up and that are rebuilding our great city, New York.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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Monday, February 15, 2010
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I rescued a human today.Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels.I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage.I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today.Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past.I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me.I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.I would promise to keep her safe.I would promise to always be by her side.I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.So many more to be saved.At least I could save one.I rescued a human today
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Thursday, December 24, 2009
Everything was quiet, quiet as a mouse.
Each and every one of them thought I was insane.
They pointed and laughed as they stood there and stared,
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Ahhh who fucking cares, Jimmie "Vanilla Nice" won yet again during another Chase??? Did Joey Lagano get the ride of his life or what??? Just goes to show that the new cars bring boring races, but they sure are safe. Madd props to the JGR fab shop and all the men and women that build those cars. Something tells me "Smoke" ought to take ALL that crew and driver out to Burger King for a WHopper, cause that was a "Whopper" of a ride.