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On September 3, 2002, in predawn hours after Labor
Day, my son that lives in Memphis, Tennessee, called
home. The phone rang with a vengeance that I knew
something was wrong as soon as it echoed out into the
darkness of our bedroom.
The apartment complex that he lives in was on fire,
and as we talked, his balcony collapsed. He was in
shock. I didn't realize that at the time, but he was.
Everyone in the complex lost their home and all their
possessions. Some have relatives far away and are now
alone. My son's work place has rallied around him, and
he is going to be OK; but with the celebration of
9-11, I am more convinced that ever, that lives that
were spared are more important than anything else, but
I pray these people have the same outpouring of love
that has been bestowed upon my son. He has a new
apartment now, just as nice as his old one, furniture
donated by co-workers and friends, and a new wardrobe.
God does provide for those who love him.
I
will only do business now with FedX, as his boss has
gone beyond the call of duty for my son and his needs.
God placed my son in a work place that has Christians
and compassion for their fellow man. I am so grateful
all lives were spared. And He never puts on us more
than we can bare.
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2002 Carol Dee Meeks |
