Last night on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I saw a TV documentary “10 years after 9/11”: a story of the firefighters on that day.
Heading to the Twin towers in opposite direction of the masses who were evacuating, more than 300 firefighters, paramedics, and police lost their lives as the building collapsed. Even 10 years after, quite a few servicemen who devoted to work on Ground Zero, exposing themselves to contaminated air and dust, have been suffering by respiratory diseases or cancer and some have even died.
At the 10th anniversary ceremony, a boy, who was in his mother’s womb as his father died on the 911-rescue mission, and has never known the father, was giving an emotional speech.
A teary widow who lost her husband recently from cancer that was probably after the effects of his work at Ground Zero, was telling that he would’ve still helped at Ground Zero even if he had known he were going to get cancer.
At that disastrous horrible moment of 911, they were walking up to high stories of the burning building that was ready to collapse – thinking of saving the victims more than their own lives or families.
The story spoke to me, who has taken the report of recently found lung nodules seriously.
We all die without exception – and never know when – regardless if you have cancer or not. Therefore, if I could continually grow to be a giving, loving person even if death is chasing after me, just like the courageous firefighters, that must be what God wants me to be.
I was inspired.