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[RTÉ News @rtenews]

Cedeño in southern Honduras is fighting for its survival, and month by month it is losing a battle to the advancing sea

https://t.co/vTItSG6lvj

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@nialloloughlin Thats beautiful Niall. 💔

[Gweebarra Conservation Group @GweebarraG]

Some good news! The first know #Osprey to be born in #Donegal in over 150 years fledged this Summer to untagged, unringed parents who have been migrating to the County for over 5 years so are not part of any reintroduction programme. Isn't she beautiful?

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@donlav @newrossstandard Sorry to hear this. RIP Anne Marie

[Hugh Gillanders Bergin - Aodh Mac Giolla Andreis @HughGillanders]

Remembering today Paul Quinn brutally murdered on this day in 2007.

Paul’s murder was brutal in every sense. And the pain remains for his mother and father @BreegeQuinn and husband Stephen and Paul’s family and friends.

It is clear that while the net has been closing in the investigation north and south has been blocked and inhibited at every turn.

Someone knows the people involved. Break the silence and give justice to Paul and his family.

There is no sense of closure and there never will be but there can be peace and justice.

#paulquinn #justiceforpaul

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@Killybegsgirl Good luck with it Mairead!

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@LeoForde @thepainterflynn I am so sorry to hear this Leo. May David Rest In Peace 🙏

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@Killybegsgirl He'll love it Mairead. Always tough saying goodbye but it's fantastic to see them moving on in life. Good job Mammy!

[Spencer Althouse @SpencerAlthouse]

Michael J. Fox was just awarded the Bob Hope Humanitarian Award, which has only been given out 7 times in Emmys history. here's his full speech

"Initially, I kept my Parkinson's diagnosis a secret. I worried that it would affect my work and my relationship with audiences. Would they laugh if they knew I was sick? And then I was stunned by the support I got. The support from all of you. It was so uplifting. It made me feel like I could keep doing this and I hadn't lost what I do and they couldn't take this away from me. And it's because you stood up for me, and I really appreciate it."

[Cathal Dennehy @Cathal_Dennehy]

"I'm happy to make that final, it's my first one (at world level) so it's a big stepping stone for me - a progression.

"Everything from here on is a bonus."

Reaction from Mark English after his semi-final victory at the World Ultimate Championship.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Twenty five years ago today, a 62 year old man with cancer in his bones walked 2,687 people out of the South Tower, and then he went back inside.

Rick Rescorla was born in Hayle, Cornwall in 1939. British Parachute Regiment in Cyprus at 18. Colonial police in Northern Rhodesia. Then he came to America, enlisted in the US Army in 1963, and in November 1965 he went into the Ia Drang Valley as a platoon leader with the 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry.

Hal Moore called him the best platoon leader he ever saw. His men called him Hard Core. He sang to them in the dark, Wild Colonial Boy in an Australian accent, because he had worked out that men who are singing are not men who are panicking. That is Rescorla on the cover of We Were Soldiers Once and Young, bayonet fixed.

Thirty five years later he was head of security for Dean Witter, later Morgan Stanley, in the South Tower of the World Trade Center.

In 1990 he brought in his old friend Dan Hill and the two of them walked the basement. He warned the Port Authority that the parking garage was wide open, that somebody could drive in a truck full of explosives, walk out and light it off. Nothing was done. Three years later the 1993 bomb went off about thirty feet from the spot he had flagged.

After that he told Morgan Stanley the towers were still a target and the next attack would come out of the sky. He wanted the firm to leave Manhattan. The lease ran to 2006, so they stayed. Twenty two floors of the South Tower, roughly 2,700 people.

So he drilled them. Every three months, everyone, no exceptions, down the stairwells two abreast while he stood there with a stopwatch. Traders pulling seven figures resented being marched down concrete stairs by a Cornishman with a clipboard. He kept doing it anyway.

8:46 a.m. The North Tower is hit. Port Authority comes over the South Tower loudspeakers and tells everyone the building is secure and to go back to their desks. Rescorla picks up a bullhorn and tells his people to get out.

He phones Dan Hill. "The dumb sons of bitches told me not to evacuate. They said it's just Building One. I told them I'm getting my people out of here."

9:03 a.m. The second plane hits the South Tower, floors 77 through 85. His people are already in the stairwells, moving exactly the way they had been drilled, and Rescorla is on the bullhorn singing to them. Cornish songs. A version of Men of Harlech he had rewritten for Cornwall. Men of Cornwall stop your dreaming, can't you see their spearpoints gleaming.

He called his wife Susan from the stairs. They had been married two and a half years, met jogging in New Jersey. He told her to stop crying, that he had to get these people out safely, and that if something happened to him he wanted her to know he had never been happier, that she made his life.

Someone told him to get out. He said, as soon as I make sure everyone else is out.

2,687 Morgan Stanley employees went home that day. Thirteen did not, and four of those were Rescorla and the men who stayed in the building with him: Wesley Mercer, Jorge Velazquez, Godwin Forde.

He was last seen on the 10th floor, walking up.

The South Tower fell at 9:59. They never found him.

[Michael Gerald Gibbs @Mikeggibbs]

Dear humans around the world:

That thunderclap you just heard came from Gander, Newfoundland.

At 92 years old, Jean Chretien just gave the speech of his life.

With the most memorable, important words of his life.

Because he speaks for what most Canadians are feeling in our stomachs and hearts today, better than anyone else could.

God bless him. God bless Canada.
#911Remembrance

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯 @japan_nobunaga]

On September 11, a town of fewer than 10,000 people looked up and saw 38 airliners coming down out of the sky toward them.

Nobody had ordered them to take those people in.

They took them in anyway. Every one. Into their homes. For five days.

The town is called Gander, in Newfoundland, on the far eastern edge of Canada.

At 9:45 that morning, the United States closed its airspace. Every plane over the Atlantic bound for America had to land somewhere, now. Gander sits on the point of land closest to Europe. In the Cold War it had been a refueling stop. By 2001 its runways were mostly quiet.

Then the planes started coming.

Thirty-eight of them. Wide-body jets from Frankfurt, London, Paris, Rome, Dublin. 6,122 passengers and 473 crew. Nearly 6,600 human beings.

The town had a population of about 9,600.

The mayor, Claude Elliott, said it plainly afterward. Every municipality has an emergency plan. There is no page in that plan that tells you what to do when 7,000 people decide to drop in for four or five days.

So they wrote the page themselves.

The passengers sat on the tarmac for hours. Some sat on their planes for more than a full day while security screened every aircraft. They had no idea what had happened. They were watching cell phones die. They were watching the fuel gauges and the faces of the flight attendants.

Then they came down the stairs onto the ground of a town they had never heard of.

Here is what was waiting.

Every school in Gander was closed. Every nonessential business was closed. Not to hide. To free everybody up.

The community television station put out a single message. Lend a hand. Do what you can.

The town's ice rink, the only refrigerated building large enough, was turned into a food warehouse. The mayor called it the largest walk-in freezer in the country. Sandwiches. Casseroles. Soup. Everything the town could cook was coming in faster than it could go out.

The pharmacies filled prescriptions for strangers and did not charge them. Heart medication, insulin, whatever a person had left in a suitcase they could not get to.

The phone company installed banks of free telephones so people could call home and say the words. I'm alive. I'm in Canada. I don't know where.

Schools, churches, the Lions Club, the Legion hall, the Salvation Army, all of them became dormitories. Cots, mats, sleeping bags on gymnasium floors.

And when those ran out, the people of Gander opened their front doors.

Strangers from Germany and Nigeria and Texas and Israel slept in the spare bedrooms of fishermen and schoolteachers. They took showers in the houses of people whose names they could not pronounce. They ate at kitchen tables next to children who kept asking them questions.

Passengers who had money tried to pay. Nobody would take it.

A woman on one flight later described the feeling she could not shake. She had landed in a place where nobody was going to let her be alone.

On the fourth day, the American airspace reopened. The planes could leave.

And the passengers did not want to go.

One of them told the 9/11 Museum, years later, that they had been having a wonderful time with those Newfoundlanders. He said it without embarrassment. He had watched the worst thing he had ever seen on a television in a stranger's living room, and the stranger had brought him tea.

On the flight out of Gander, on a Delta jet, the passengers passed a hat.

They started with $15,000, on the plane, that day. A scholarship fund for the students of the Gander area. Something for the children of the people who had taken them in.

That fund has grown to more than a million dollars.

Every year since 2001, a kid from Gander goes to college on money from strangers who slept on their floors for four nights.

The town has been awarded the Order of Newfoundland and Labrador. A Broadway musical about those five days ran for years. And this week, twenty-five years later, thousands of the plane people flew back to Gander to see the families who took them in. The airport unveiled a mural. Grown men who had been terrified passengers in 2001 hugged grown men who had been teenage volunteers pouring coffee.

Here is the part worth remembering.

The people of Gander did not know if the planes on their runway were safe. They did not know if there were more hijackers. They did not know who was on board. They did not know how long this would last.

They opened the doors anyway.

The town's emergency plan had no page for this.

They wrote it with their kitchens. 🇨🇦🇺🇸

[John Crotty @itsjohncrotty]

Many Americans may not know, there was an EU day of mourning held 3 days after the 9/11 attacks.

Ireland went one further, becoming the only European nation to declare a full public holiday to allow people pay their respects.

All schools and government buildings closed, most businesses.

Sporting events were cancelled.

All flags went to half mast.

A 3 minute silence was observed.

A special service in Dublin saw the Irish President and Taoiseach pay their respects

250 Dublin firefighters marched to the American Embassy to lay wreathes

A queue formed to sign a book of condolences at the American Embassy became so long, over 4000 stood for hours at any one time to show their respect

The outpouring of sympathy and support was overwhelming and unprecedented, a symbol of strong Irish - American links

🇮🇪🤝🇺🇸

See an RTE archive video here -

https://t.co/4Lyux0IkEX

[The Martin Sheen Podcast @themartinpod]

Remembering Father Mychal Judge—the FDNY chaplain and first official 9/11 victim.

#TheMartinSheenPodcast 💙

[Sterling Snow @sterlingmsnow]

I reread this every year.

I cry like a baby every year.

Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero.

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. Then: 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.

[Thomas Hal Robson-Kanu @RobsonKanu]

This appearance meant more than most 🥹❤️

Australian rugby league player Jai Arrow had retired after being diagnosed with motor neurone disease, just two games short of 100 appearances for his club, South Sydney Rabbitohs.

His club secured special approval for him to start their final two regular-season matches, coming off after the opening seconds. Even the opposition clubs backed it.

And this is the moment he reached his 100th.

When you’ve spent years sharing a dressing room with the lads, walking out alongside them becomes something you almost take for granted. I can only imagine what it meant to Jai to pull that shirt on and join them again.

So pleased he got to have this moment with his club and his family.

Class from everyone who made this happen 👏

(🎥: nrlonnine)

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@HangBlaa Both!

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@Aerlingus__sk @AndrewWalsb8u Beware this tweet! Pretty sure they are scammers.