Please Explain....
Terrorism...
It was a brilliant day. The Sun shone down upon the trees, and the wind blew the leavesabout in a dance of green. I hopped into my car and drove to work. Listening to the radio, I stopped at a corner and saw a group of local kids playing soccer in a small field. I couldn't help but think of my own children and I looked forward to returning home after work to their smiling faces and warm hugs. I drove on and rounded the corner passing the small grocery store that we always went to for food and gossip. When we had first moved here, we didn't know very many people, but the grocer was a friendly guy who became one of our first friends in this new place. He was never in too much of a hurry to not spend a moment or two talking with us and giving candy to the children. I smiled and continued on. The rest of the drive was filled with cheerful thoughts. We had only been here barely six months and we had made so many good friends.
I arrived at work and parked the car. Entering the building, I nodded to security, and called out a greeting to them. Up the stairs and to the right was my office. It was warm and inviting. Only a few of my co-workers had arrived, so I picked my mug from off the desk and went to fill it with water at the cooler.Suddenly I felt like I was in a dream, The floor shook and vanished beneath my feet. I heard a noise like a hundred dice being thrown on a craps table at once, and I fell into darkness . I woke up in a dark confined space with a heavy weight pressing on my chest. I had trouble breathing and I couldn't feel my legs, It felt like someone was pouring warm water over my ear as I lay there in the dark, but I soon discovered it was blood gushing out of a wound that had torn my cheek open, I tried to scream but I could barely breath, From all around me I heard sobs and muffled screams. Some of them seemed only inches away, and others seemed miles away. Only then did I realize how grave my situation was. I was going to die. I began to cry, not for myself, but for my children who would have to grow up without me. I wouldn't be able to see them become teenagers. I wouldn't be there to teach them how to drive. I wouldn't be there for their weddings, and I wouldn't be there to see my grandchildren grow up. I was going to die. They found my body, but it was too late. I had been in the rubble for over five hours before I died. Many people more fortunate than I. Some were rescued and some died right away. There are those in the world that would use terror as a vehicle for political discussion, Try explaining that to my children.