We are dedicating this page to the friends and families of those killed or injured during the cowardly attack on an innocent American civilian population on 9/11/01; also to the rescue workers and volunteers who have given so much of themselves to help during this tragedy - some have given all.

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Hiya Denise,

Deiniol asked if I could make a picture for him to send to the American children affected by Tuesday's events. We were at a Fire Dept. Open Day today and he kept asking if our firemen would be going out to New York - he won't verbalize about what he's seen on TV, but he has acted it out with his toys. I suppose that is his way of dealing with the emotions.

We are having a Memorial Service in Stockport next Tuesday - I hope and pray that this doesn't escalate out of control.

Perhaps you could send Deiniol's message to the main list?

Love and huggz,
Chrissy

From: Lora-Ly 
Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2001 11:50 PM
Subject: Just when I thought....

I had it under control, this poem comes through my email. When I was making the list of names on my quilt site...I remembered this little girl...she was only two.

My name is Christine Hanson.
I am only two years old.
I am going for a ride,
or thats what I am told.

I am sitting here quietly,
next to my mom and dad.
I am having a fun time.
Everyone seems glad.

Why is he yelling Daddy?
Please tell me what' s wrong!
Please dont cry Mommy,
this ride won't be that long!

Why are we getting up
and moving to the back?
Why is everyone crying?
Why is she being attacked?

What did I do wrong?
Why are they yelling at us?
Why is everyone screaming?
What is all the fuss?

I thought you said that
this plane ride would be fun.
Is this a game Mommy?
Am I it, am I the one?

I think I will hide behind you,
so that I don't get caught.
Daddy this isnt fun anymore!
This isn't what I thought.

Why do I see buildings
right out the next window?
Shouldn't we stop now?
Shouldn't we go slow?

What was that loud boom?
Why do I see fire?
What just happened Daddy?
We should have been higher!

We have hit a building,
the World Trade Center I think.
I am slowly dying now.
I can't open my eyes to blink.

Where are you Mommy?
Why can't I hear your voice?
Why did they drive us here?
This wasnt our choice.

My name is Christine Hanson,
I am only two years old.
We were going for a plane ride.
Thats what we were told.

I'll never go to prom.
I wont reach the age of three.
Why did this happen to these people?
Why did this happen to me?

Please pass this on in memory of Christine Hanson who was killed on flight 175 at 9:03 am and for the thousands more who died on 9-11-01, the day
America was under attack.

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From: <>
To: <>
Sent: Thursday, July 10, 2003 6:45 PM
Subject: just to let you know


i just wanted to thank you. i wrote the christine hanson poem and i never 
expected it to get to a real website. its amazing how a simple poem can touch so 
many
Stephanie Carter