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Here in Lourdes, the city of the sick and of hope, I appeal to the entire healthcare community to remember the profound meaning of your vocation, which is to care for a suffering person, not to eliminate that person. Be passionate servants of life! No one ever has the right to decide the life of any person. Medicine must never become the servant of programmed death! #ApostolicJourney #France https://t.co/gMbrY7eA6G
🚨 TODD BEAMER, UNITED 93 PHONE CALL: "LET'S ROLL" 🇺🇸
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?
Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.
Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me? [They pray the Lord’s Prayer.] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me. Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
SOURCE: @SterlingMSnow
“Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?” And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets. ”
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@FreddyLA7 I lived in Stuttgart in the 1980's and always traveled south. I will be in Cologne in the coming weeks - you never know if the wind will blow me your way 😆. I have enjoyed following you here.
@FreddyLA7@Theo_TJ_Jordan Wunderbar! Keep spreading happiness! I will be in Germany in August. I wish I had the youth and energy to highlight your country in the way you have the 🇺🇸 USA! Thank you!
My mother still cries about it.
Forty years later, she'll be sitting at the table, and her eyes will fill, and she says the same words she's said my whole life: "We had everything. We lost it all. And we couldn't give you children anything."
Mom, I have told you a thousand times — and I will tell you a thousand more. You gave me the greatest gift a parent can ever give a child. You gave me America. Nothing else matters. Nothing else even comes close.
Let me tell you what she means.
In Iran, we did have everything. My father spent thirty years helping build a nation — its cities, its schools, its roads, its hospitals. We belonged to a Jewish community that had lived on Persian soil for 2,700 years. We had a home, a history, a name that meant something.
And then, almost overnight, we had a target on our backs. Bullets cracked over our roof. Cars burned in our street. My father became a hunted man for two unforgivable crimes: he had served his country, and he was a Jew.
So he did the only thing a father can do. He sold everything we owned for whatever he could get, gathered his wife, his mother, and his four little boys, and he ran. Thirty years of a man's life's work — surrendered at the door, in exchange for our lives.
We were the lucky ones. That community was once a hundred thousand souls. Most never got out with what we did. Some never got out at all.
We carried away only what no regime could confiscate — our faith, our language, our poetry, and each other. And after a few years finding our footing, we came here. To America. To the one country on earth that looked at a family fleeing a regime that hated it… and opened its arms anyway.
We arrived with empty hands. And that is the wound my mother has never let go of — that after all they'd had, they gave us nothing.
But Mom, you don't understand what you gave me.
You gave me a country where I could pray out loud without fear. Where I could speak my mind. Where a penniless refugee kid could become a physician, a scientist, an author — where the only ceiling was how hard I was willing to work. You didn't hand me an inheritance. You handed me something no fortune in Iran could ever have bought: the freedom to build a life without looking over my shoulder.
That is a love only an exile understands. Not the calm, comfortable patriotism of someone born into safety — but the fierce, protective, almost desperate love of someone who has watched a homeland turn on its own people and knows, in his bones, how quickly it can all be taken away.
And that is exactly why I will never stay silent.
When you have watched a revolution promise heaven and deliver a prison — when you've seen radical Islamists and the intoxicating lies of socialism hollow out a great nation from the inside until it devours its own children — you do not take a single hour of American freedom for granted. And you carry one holy fear: watching it happen again.
I did not flee that fire to sit quietly while anyone strikes the same match under the country that saved my family. You do not escape the thing that destroyed your first home only to welcome it into your second. I love America too much — and I remember far too much — to let that happen without a fight.
So I spend my life trying to be worthy of the gift. Through medicine. Through science. Through my words. By defending the freedoms that saved us — free speech, free thought, the God-given right to choose — with everything I have. This country once invested in me with no expectation of return, only trust. I have been repaying that trust every day since, and I will until my last breath.
So this is my answer, Mom.
You did not send me into the world with empty hands. You placed in them the freest, most generous, most extraordinary nation in the history of mankind.
You gave me America.
And I will spend the rest of my life proving it was more than enough.
Happy 250th Birthday. 🇺🇸
God bless the United States of America. 🗽
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