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9/11: A Day That Seemed Unreal

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With the 10th anniversary of Sept. 11th, 2001, right around the corner, I thought it might be a good time to remember (not that I ever forgot) what that date means to me.

There are mixed emotions of anger, grief, strength and a lot of passion that flow through me. That day was one of those life-changing moments for me; one of those moments that helped me look at life with a certain humbleness and appreciation for what I have and who I have in my life.

I was awakened by my father the morning of the tragedy, like any other morning at that time in my life. I was resistant to wake up so early. At that time, I never felt a need to.

This time was different.

Dad had a slight anxiousness to him that morning, and he was insistent that I get out of bed and watch what was on the television. I slowly poured myself out of bed and, zombie-like, walked down the hallway to the living room where mom had already taken a seat. The televison was already on, and after I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I began to focus on what was happening.

I was looking at the same shot that all of America was watching that morning. Smoke billowed from one of the World Trade Center towers. At this point, no one really knew exactly what had happened, but whatever it was, it was very bad. In the meantime, dad popped a VCR tape into the machine and pressed record. We did not know what we were witnessing, but we felt it was historical —  something to be remembered.

The second tower was struck and that solidified any doubts of what was happening. America has come under attack. I’m not really sure how long I sat there with my eyes glued to the television, but I was paralyzed with shock. My jaw dropped at the sight of the people jumping from the burning buildings. Then the unthinkable happened: the towers began to crumble and collapse onto the busy streets of New York City. I was fighting back tears and just horrified at the images I was witnessing.

When I was finally able to move away from the television, I just felt numb all over. I had just been walking those streets in New York City, not six weeks earlier. I saw the everyday bustle of those streets and could only imagine the terror and chaos that must be taking place. The wonderful thing about New York City that I experienced from prior trips there and stories from my father was that the people there are strong, resilient — they come together in time of need. I don’t think any other city in this country — in this world — would be better suited then NYC to pull through such a tragedy.

If you know anything about me, you will know my love for NYC (go Yankees!).

The one silver lining in the cloud that is 9/11 is that it pulled us closer together as a country. People all over the country were doing what they could to help the survivors, first responders and families of victims — though it took our government long enough to lend a helping hand to the victims, but that could make for a whole other blog.

The tragedy should be a wake up that we are not promised tomorrow and that we should always take care of each other in this country. I recommend to anyone who reads this, that they take a trip to ground zero to just begin to grasp the concept of what happened to us as a nation and use it as a learning experience and an opportunity to humble one’s self.

I hope that everyone finds time this Sunday to take a moment and remember those who lost their lives and loved ones on that tragic September day.

God bless New York City and God bless the United States of America.

True Friends

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Many of us have good friends in life, but few of us are lucky enough to have TRUE friends in life. I’m referring to that type of friend who is there no matter what, supports you, lets you know when you are doing something stupid or is just a great shoulder to cry on (no matter how hairy that shoulder might be).

I have in fact been blessed with the truest friends/confidants a person could ask for. My friends would give the shirt off their back if I needed it, though if it came from Joey it would be some sort of free beer shirt I’m sure. My friends would even represent me in the court of law, i.e. Tony.

When you have the sort of friends I have, you have to come to expect the unexpected. There really isn’t too much that surprises me anymore with my pals. We have all seen more of each other’s bodies than one would really care for, seen more puking than takes place behind the scenes at a runway show and dealt with more “is this a felony?” situations than anyone I know.

That is why I love my friends/brothers: they keep life spontaneous, full of fun.
    
I recently received a random text late one night from one of my brothers, Joey. When I opened the text, it opened with the statement, “I almost pooped my pants!” Of course, my interest was aroused (and that wasn’t the only thing that was), so I asked “why?” and “how?” In typical Joey fashion, he proceeded to inform me that he had a lot of gas and had been farting all day. I, of course, expressed my pride in what he has told me, mostly because I have been there before once or twice … or maybe even three times.

Now, you have to understand the level of conversations I have had with Joey throughout our friendship; never a dull moment. He still always finds a way to surprise me. I questioned him on how badly he may have shat himself. The response I got was, “I didn’t quite fully crap my pants, but there was definitely some poo water.” Again, not at all what I was expecting to hear. I wasn’t disgusted by this at all, one of many reasons I question my sanity. In fact, the only thing I could think after hearing this is how much I love Joey. I felt lucky to have a friend like this, maybe it is because we can bond over crapping our pants, or simply we are comfortable enough with each other that we can share those sort of things while knowing how excited it will make our pal. Whatever it is, I knew this was the type of friend I want in my life.

Joey and I had taken a vow, for better or worse, when we became heterosexual life partners. Honestly, Joey’s worse only makes him better to me. Tony, Scott, Joey and I have all been through so much together and are closer for it. Many outsiders might view our friendship as queer (there are some pretty questionable photographs), but I wouldn’t have it any other way. If I need some one beat up or just a great intellectual conversation, Tony is my guy. If I want someone to listen to my problems and comfort me, or just need a great foot massage, Scott is my guy. If I need adventure or to just let my guard down and do something stupid, Joey is my guy.

If you have these type of people in your life, then cherish them. They will be with you until the end (and if they are like my friends, they may have something to do with the end.)

My First Steps in Cyberspace

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I must admit, I am a bit excited — but also apprehensive — about blogging. If you ask anyone who knows me, I don’t do much with computers. Surprisingly enough, I don’t even use them for porn, which admittedly would “come” in handy for some of the contests my friends and I take part in.

When Tony approached me with the opportunity to edit my own blogs/thoughts on this site, I couldn’t wait. I enjoy writing — though it has only been on paper — as a source of release for the thoughts that bounce aimlessly around in my head. When my thoughts become too crowded, I put them down on paper that eventually gets trashed or stuffed away. Now, I can put them into the computer for all to see, which may or may not be a good thing.

I have a lot of great stories to share, as you will come to find out. Most of them occur due to the people I surround myself with (i.e., the other bloggers on this site). I feel I have rambled on long enough for my first blog, and I’m sure I need to get some work done here at the office. Not much of excitement in this one, but hey, I’m only getting started.

Before I end this, I ask all who read to keep my brother, Matt Metts, in their thoughts and prayers. He is in Afghanistan fighting to protect us. You’re making us proud, Matt. Be safe.