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[angelicus]

Hello, everyone. Earlier this year, I saw the figure of a fireman approach
the cab I was riding in as we passed Ground Zero on the West Side
Highway heading south. It was around 6 a.m. and the sun wasn't up yet
because it was rainy. We stopped at a traffic light near the Deutsche Bank
building, which is on the northbound side of the highway.
I looked out my window (I was seated behind the driver) and I
saw a large, totally black and faceless figure advance toward my window.
It looked male, and the outline was that of a fireman wearing the full
gear - helmet and turnout coat. I had the sense that he was looking
at me. The light changed, and of course we proceeded. I want to point
out that where the fireman appeared is not a pedestrian walkway. Therefore,
someone standing there or walking on that party of the highway would have been
hit by oncoming cars.

It wasn't until much later that day that I realized I saw a ghost for the first
time in my life. Just a short time after this experience, construction workers
assigned to the roof of the Deutsche Bank discovered bone fragments, which
are the remains of victims of 9/11. I think the fireman was reaching out to me.
All these poor souls who were never found.

I try not to travel near Ground Zero because it is so overwhelmingly sad for me.

[YankeePyrate]

It's funny how that happens, isn't it? The "delayed reaction' to paranormal events. I find that some of the most profound experiences I've had, I haven't realized what they were until hours or days later. For some reason I think it's meant to happen that way.

[peepers]

I agree, YankeePyrate.....It's almost like having an adrenaline rush but can't figure out why.....ya can't stop thinking about the situation......then you realize why......it's so weird....I've had many paranormal experiences, but it never ceases to amaze me when one occurs and I totally miss the obvious, not realizing what had happened until a day, week, month later!!!

[Crone]

Many of us have probably experienced something that didn't regester as possibly paranormal until after the fact. I've never been to NYC, so I can only imagine the potential for heartbreaking experiences there. This firefighter may indeed have been reaching out to you so that you could tell others again and again. His message may have been for us to never forget.

[Redneck Racer]

Angie, I think once I found out what it was, i would have cried, Your story is more sad than scary or creepy. I get mad everytime I think of Sep 11th. I remember that day like it was yesterday,

I was sitting in a Reading Class in the 8th grade, I remember the Anouncements came on and said that Parents will be picking students up outside, to remain calm and wait till your class is called. I remember when I got outside, I saw my Mom who was stricken with a little bit of both Anger and Sadness, and I didnt find out till I got home what had happend.

I sometimes wish that I could be over in Iraq and Afganistan, and getting the revenge myself, But that will never happen, So I turned Racist.

Dont take offence if you Muslum or Afgani, It isnt the innocent ones I dont like it is the ones who did this that I hate.

[Randy_Neutron]

angelicus, on Sep 10 2006, 02:47 AM, said:

Hello, everyone. Earlier this year, I saw the figure of a fireman approach
the cab I was riding in as we passed Ground Zero on the West Side
Highway heading south. It was around 6 a.m. and the sun wasn't up yet
because it was rainy. We stopped at a traffic light near the Deutsche Bank
building, which is on the northbound side of the highway.
I looked out my window (I was seated behind the driver) and I
saw a large, totally black and faceless figure advance toward my window.
It looked male, and the outline was that of a fireman wearing the full
gear - helmet and turnout coat. I had the sense that he was looking
at me. The light changed, and of course we proceeded. I want to point
out that where the fireman appeared is not a pedestrian walkway. Therefore,
someone standing there or walking on that party of the highway would have been
hit by oncoming cars.

It wasn't until much later that day that I realized I saw a ghost for the first
time in my life. Just a short time after this experience, construction workers
assigned to the roof of the Deutsche Bank discovered bone fragments, which
are the remains of victims of 9/11. I think the fireman was reaching out to me.
All these poor souls who were never found.

I try not to travel near Ground Zero because it is so overwhelmingly sad for me.

I have been to Ground Zero 3 times. It is a very emotional place to go. I felt sadness, despair, and an empty feeling in my stomach. It is real sad to see the pics that have been hung of people lost in the attacks by family members. It is a very quiet and solumn place in the middle of such a busy area. The chain link fence is woven with a material which obstructs your view into the area from the street. You can see it well from a plane or from surrounding buildings. I am not at all surprised to hear of paranormal activity in this area.

[Redneck Racer]

I can almost Guarantee that once all the Fences are down, and 20-30 years later when all the comotion is over, that Ground Zero will be a Paranormal Hot Spot.

[ravenhecate]

Wow that is an amazing story. I think part of the reason we don't realize what we are seeing when we see it is because it keeps us from freaking out at the scene of the situation. I mean, can you imagine the cab driver's reaction if you had started screaming "Oh my God, I see dead people!" He would either think you've seen the Sixth Sense too many times, or he would drive you to the nearest hospital and check you into the looney bin. Especially if the figure you are seeing is not visible to any of the other people around you.

Raven Hecate :

[greenman]

I find it interesting that he chose to appear so close to the anniversary of the event.

On a related note: I'd like to offer a few prayers for those who were killed on that day and hopes that their families will be able to find closure.

[Laurie Ann]

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for o ne more

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,!
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you wou ld KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will l always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn! 't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It 's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

.....~This is a poem a dear friend sent to me tonight. I just wanted to share it here
with you guys. xoxoxoxox


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[angelicus]

Thanks, everyone. You completely understand how I felt that morning when I saw
the Fireman. Yes, I do believe that he wanted me to spread the word so that
no one forgets. I think because we as Villagers are so open to the paranormal,
we wouldn't necessarily be frightened by a ghost sighting. It just seemed
like a normal thing at that moment to see a black, faceless silhouette advancing
towards my window. I have to say that I also feel honored.

Since I don't believe in coincidence (everything is connnected) I had to make
the same trip down the West Side Highway on September 11, this past Monday. Because
Chambers Street was blocked by Police, the cab driver had to continue on
past Ground Zero to the underpass that leads to the Brooklyn Bridge. The time was
about 5:15 a.m. I didn't see any apparitions this time, and I didn't expect to.
I just saw the bright lights, the white tent sent up for the ceremony, and lots of Police.

I am going to go on record, though, and say that I feel that nothing good is going
to come from rebuilding the site. I think there will be construction mishaps, and, yes,
Redneck, I think it will be a paranormal hot spot. It should
just be a memorial and nothing more. After all, it is a cemetary.

The poem was beautiful.

[MissAngelic]

i never had a paranormal experience before. i live near ground zero though, just a bridge away from it. i live in brooklyn, NYC, it was sad what happened on september 11, 2001. i remeber i was only a 6th grader. we just settled into our homerooms and they told us that classes wouldn't continue today. kids were picked up from school and i didn't know was going on. then i looked out the window and saw the buildings along with alot of smoke. i believe it will become a paranormal hot spot as well. i might go and visit one day and pay my respects but it's been on the news how people are getting cancer from cleaning ground zero. The poem was beautiful Laurie Ann =). -angy

[Laurie Ann]

~I definately have to agree with Angelicus...nothing good can happen if they rebuild on those sights. For Heaven's sake, there are still countless bodies that haven't been recovered because they "disenagrated" (sp?). Those area's should be left alone! The last I heard, they were going to just put up two lights that shine into the sky to memorialize (sp?) the buildings. I really hope that's all they plan on doing.

[Laurie Ann]

~Grab your hanky for this one....I had to!

Daddy's Poem
>
>Her hair was up in a pony tail,
>h er favorite dress tied with a bow.
>Today was Daddy's Day at school,
>and she couldn't wait to go.
>
>But her mommy tried to tell her,
>that she probably should stay home.
>Why the kids might not understand,
>if she went to school alone.
>
>But she was not afraid;
>she knew just what to say.
>What to tell her classmates
>of why he wasn't there today.
>
>But still her mother worried,
>for her to face this day alone.
>And that was why once again,
>she tried to keep her daughter home.
>
>But the little girl went to school
>eager to tell them all.
>About a dad she never sees
>a dad who never calls.
>
>There were daddies along the wall in back,
>for everyone to meet.
>Children squirming impatiently,
>anxious in their seats
>
>One by one the teacher called
>a student from the class.
>To introduce their daddy,
>as seconds slowly passed.
>
>At last the teacher called her name,
>every chi ld tur ned to stare.
>Each of them was searching,
>a man who wasn't there.
>
>"Where's her daddy at?"
>she heard a boy call out.
>"She probably doesn't have one,"
>another student dared to shout.
>
>And from somewhere near the back,
>she heard a daddy say,
>"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
>too busy to waste his day."
>
>The words did not offend her,
>as she smiled up at her Mom.
>And looked back at her teacher,
>who told her to go on.
>And with hands behind her back,
>slowly she began to speak.
>And out from the mouth of a child,
>came words incredibly unique.
>
>"My Daddy couldn't be here,
>because he lives so far away.
>But I know he wishes he could be,
>since this is such a special day.
>And though you cannot meet him,
>I wanted you to know.
>All about my daddy,
>and how much he loves me so.
>
>He loved to tell me stories
>he taught me to ride my bike.
>He surprised me with pink ros es, and taught me to fly a kite.
>
>We used to share fudge sundaes,
>and ice cream in a cone.
>And though you cannot see him.
>I'm not standing here alone.
>
>"Cause my daddy's always with me,
>even though we are apart
>I know because he told me,
>he'll forever be in my heart"
>
>With that, her little hand reached up,
>and lay across her chest.
>Feeling her own heartbeat,
>beneath her favorite dress.
>
>And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
>her mother stood in tears.
>Proudly watching her daughter,
>who was wise beyond her years.
>
>For she stood up for the love
>of a man not in her life.
>Doing what was best for her,
>doing what was right.
>
>And when she dropped her hand back down,
>staring straight into the crowd.
>She finished with a voice so soft,
>but its message clear and loud.
>
>"I love my daddy very much,
>he's my shining star.
>And if he could, he'd be here,
>bu t heav en's just too far.
>You see he was a policeman
>and died just this past year
>When airplanes hit the towers
>and taught Americans to fear.
>
>But sometimes when I close my eyes,
>it's like he never went away."
>And then she closed her eyes,
>and saw him there that day.
>And to her mothers amazement,
>she witnessed with surprise.
>A room full of daddies and children,
>all starting to close their eyes.
>
>Who knows what they saw before them,
>who knows what they felt inside.
>Perhaps for merely a second,
>they saw him at her side.
>"I know you're with me Daddy,"
>to the silence she called out.
>And what happened next made believers,
>of those once filled with doubt.
>
>Not one in that room could explain it,
>for each of their eyes had been closed.
>But there on the desk beside her,
>was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
>
>And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
>by the love of her shi ning s tar.
>And given the gift of believing,
>that heaven is never too far.
>
>They say it takes a minute to find a special
>person, an hour to appreciate them,
>a day to love them, but then an entire
>life to forget them.
>

[Redneck Racer]

Oh god, The poem Dork. LOL revenge is sweet!!!