From The Brain Of Tiny
				The Day The World Changed
It's been a busy world since my last entry. I always find it amazing to think  of how much difference a week can make. When you think of a week under normal circumstances it doesn't really seem alot. For example 'Oh it's a week till that big night out' you're thinking along the lines that it's not a long time, but after a week like this one your opinion on a week can really change. But then if you sit back and think about it, the whole world changed in only a matter of hours. A wolrd mourned alongside the American's for thier great loss both in human lives and two of New York's most infamous buildings. The news over here was saying that the Manhattan (Spelling?) skyline has been wasted, in my opinion it isn't wasted as it still looks amazing but it is scarred. The American's never cease to amaze me. Throughout everything that happened their patriotism was incredible, their spirits were never dampened. I saw a picture of three firmen raising the flag amongst the rubble and I'm not ashamed to admit it brought a tear to my eye. I don't know about any of you but I never watch the news or read papers but this week I found myself buying papers and making an effort to watch the news, what surprised me even more was going into college on Wednesday morning and finding I wasn't alone in that. My history class was pretty much sleeping all day as it seemed everyone had been up till all hours watching the events unfolding. Like many people I wanted to help in some way and pbviously being all the way over in the UK I couldn't cheer on the brave rescue attepmts in the New York streets like so many American's and tourists were but I decided to make a page where people could air their opinions and I want to thank all those who signed it, this is alll we can do to help. At first I was thinking that it won't help at all but hopefully those involved will see it as a show of support for everything that happened and I'm glad that no-one used it to be a complete arse. I'm hoping to get some more signatures in there before I send it off but it won't be much longer before I send it to someone who can let people hear it or just give out the link for people to sign it for themselves. But please tell everyone you can about it as I don't have everyone on my messenger so if there are people inyour messenger please get them to sign it. On Wednesday morning I was talking to some friends about what the outcome could be and it scared us to think that if the worst comes to the worst and WW3 is declared most of our friends will be called up to the army, we can only pray it doesn't come to that although I am doubtfull and fear it will. However if it does come to that I will be enrolling myself and helping the American's fight for their freedom and their pain... never know I might finally get to meet some of you :P As more pictures were published in papers it didn't matter how many different angles I saw the planes hit from the most disturbing image for me was the one of the people in the floors above the plane, as we all sat watching helplessly, men and women waved from the windows moments before the towers collapsed. As I watched it I wondered what was going through these peoples heads, what they were thinking in their final moments. Another image that got to me was that of the tower and a man who had jumped out the window with no hope of surviving... that scared me. I read a story about three or four men who had tried to fight the terrorists on the plane. One phoned his wife saying what was happening then said that him and some other passengers were going to try and stop it... this was in the plane that crashed in a rural part of Pitsburgh and these men probably saved the lives of thousands of peole by causing the plane to crash in a desolate/quiet area and for that the world is grateful. At college some of us tried to crack jokes to lighten the spirits talking about how we'd have tried to stop it had we been on the planes suggestions included tickling the terrorists until the landed the plane safely, inviting them to join the mile high club with us then locking them in the toilet, stealing their weapons and launching them out the window in the hope they were a bit dim and would jump out after them. They lightened the mood for a few moments but soon the sombre mood made it's unwelcome return. The flags at college waved at half mast, in the canteens the students mainly sat quietly eating their food and contemplating the future of our peaceful world wondering where this week would take us. We'd listen to the radio and hear New Yorkers talking about their search for loved ones. One woman who had yet to find her husband was saying how she wanted to find something just so she had something to tell her kids, I can't even imagine the pain she was going through. I was going to write something in traditional From The Brain about what I've been doing but somehow it doesn't seem relevant. I'm sure I'm not alone when I say this but my thoughts and prayers are with all those in New York aiding the rescue attempts, those who lost someone, and just those who have been touched by it in some way - I think this means everyone! For those who haven't signed the guestbook yet <click here> Previous From The Brain Picture taken from Church Of Quivering Brethern Yahoo club