I remember my birthday from last year well. I was in Cyprus on holiday with family and friends, it was a great time. A time I won't forget. Just over a week later I flew home, on July 7th. I flew in really early in the morning, and was really tired, so I got home, and slept. Until about 2pm. When I woke up, I put the news on, and there it was all over the news. Devastation. That is what people had wanted to cause, and by god had they succeeded. Terrified, innocent people, just going about their daily lives, traumatized, and for what? So people could watch this, and say yes, I'm in control? Well I hope you enjoyed that moment you had. I really do.
Londons transport system was targeted. Three bombs exploded within 50 seconds of each other on three London Underground trains. A fourth bomb exploded on a bus almost an hour later. Fifty-two people were killed that day, including the four bombers, and about 700 were injured. I don't need to give anymore details really. You all know what happened. That was a sad day. It truly was.
I remember watching Sept 11th unfold. I remember it so well. I remember watching images on my television screen, and my heart breaking just a little bit more with every new face I saw that was tear stained, and terrified. I was heartbroken that day. That people could do this. That they were capable of doing it, and in their eyes, what's worse is, it's the right thing to do. That day my heart broke for America. I had a different feeling on July 7th though. Even though on the grand scale of things it was nowhere near a comparison to Sept 11th. This time it was personal. Because it happened where my heart is. In the Country I love. It happened to us. Anger isn't the right word I am looking for, because I am not angry about it. I guess it is just an overwhelming sadness. This is the world we live in, and people think that it is ok to do these things, they think this warrents giving their lives for. Fools.
Them four men believe they died for a cause. This was a planned attack. At some point they must of sat down and thought about this, and come to the conclusion that what they was doing was worth giving their lives for. They caused havoc for a day. Their point was lost. Because instead what we saw was people pulling together, as people do when they are in need. We saw people who were sad and unhappy helping each other. They were pulled together with one common goal, and that was to make things right again. Them four suicide bombers will be forgotten. No one knows your names, no one cares to remember. Were your lives worth one day of havoc? Were they really that insignificant to you? Because we woke up the next day, and you gave us fire in our souls. We won't be scared, we won't be afraid, we will live our lives. You made us stronger that day. You made us look in the eyes of the people we love, and realise what is important. It's just a shame that it took the deaths and injuries of so many people to do that.
Today my thoughts are with the friends and families of those people that lost someone, and anyone who was involved or injured in these tragic events.