Reposted from @havokjournal When I think about 9/11, I think about Betty Ann Ong. She was a flight attendant on Flight 11 and the first person to notify anyone that a plane had been highjacked. It wasn’t her normal flight. She had assigned herself to it in order to get to LA so she could meet her sister and go on vacation in Hawaii. Soon after takeoff, several hijackers attacked the crew and forced their way into the cockpit, taking control of the plane.
Put the Towers and the Pentagon and the 20 year quagmire of a war that is only minutes away in the future out of your mind for a second.
Nobody knew what was going on. People onboard Flight 11 had been stabbed. Everyone was scared and confused. Nobody could have predicted this aircraft was about to be used as a weapon in NYC. The easy and perceivably “safe” thing would have been to sit and stay quiet. Just do whatever the hijackers say to do.
But Ong didn’t do that. She stepped up and took action. She made a decision. She defied the intimidation and threats and she risked her own well-being for a group of strangers around her. From the back of the aircraft, she made a call to American Airlines and let them know what had happened. She stayed on that line for 23 minutes. She would be killed a short time later when Flight 11 struck the North Tower at 08:46. Her actions alerted everyone on the ground and set in motion the response to the attacks. I’m forever in awe of the kind of bravery she displayed that morning.
There are so many stories like hers from the day of those attacks. And it’s stories like hers that give me faith in the every-day person. It’s easy for a day like 9/11 to get boiled down and reduced to cliched sound bites. Take some time today to read her story and the countless others like hers. It’s through these stories that we keep the memory of these individuals alive.
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📸 #1: 911memorial.org
📸 #2: Harry Ong, brother; Wicked Local
📸: Courtesy of Ong Family
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This… In these small, heroic acts in the midst of epic tragedy we’ll find salvation.
“The tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal Name.
The unnamable is the eternally real.
Naming is the origin of all particular things.
Free from desire, you can see the hidden mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only what is visibly real.
Yet mystery and visible reality arise from the same source.
And the mystery itself is the gateway to all understanding.”