Nicole Titus, by John Titus:
She lived life to the fullest and managed to pack a lot in her short 28 years and 3 months. She wasn't striving for martyrdom, but as the years unfurl, it will be compelling to place her there. She had so much to give and such a gentle, true spirit.
It's not coincidental or happenstance that Alicia was onboard United flight 175. Her whole existence on this plain, led to her presence, that fateful day, on that plane. She totally opposed violence, acts of terrorism, hate, prejudice, killing or any act against another living thing. Her true nature and humanly existence were totally opposite of the evil forces that took her life.
My family, friends and I have shared much in the last few days. And one thing that we all agree on, Alicia did not sit passively while this was going on. I can see her trying to talk some sense to the perpetrators, or protecting the little ones from harm, or soothing the hysterical passengers who needed comfort, or trying to organize a resistance movement. Alicia died attempting to do good in the midst of evil.
So, why was Alicia on Flight 175 that morning? After all, she had tried to change her schedule to be home with us on that day, to help us care for her nephew, Logan, whom she loved with all her heart. My long time friend, Reverend Dr. Dorothea Harvey called me up the other day and said, "It was not accidental that Alicia was aboard that flight. She was chosen. She was chosen to make this supreme sacrifice because her soul was strong enough to handle the tragic shock of dying by such a violent and outrageous act of hate and evil. Her soul will not linger in confusion due to this." I believe this with all my heart. I look back at her life, her strength, the depth of her love, her compassion for others, her joie de vivre, her childlike innocence, her playful nature, her sense of peace, her exuberance, her quest for truth…. And, I find comfort in the fact that she did not die in vain.
Her message will be heard. What she stood for will be proclaimed by many and shared for generations to come. We, all of us who knew and loved her, are the ones who will make this happen. We have been blessed with the gift of Alicia and our calling is to assure that her message is heard throughout the land. Love and understanding is the only way to overpower hate and misdirection!
And, while we all would agree that these violent acts of terrorism, so filled with hate, cannot be allowed, let us not seek to destroy innocent people and sink to their level in our attempts to combat this. Let God's wisdom prevail and His love overcome. Let not our hearts be filled with vengeful anger, but love and compassion. For that's what Alicia was all about. And so, I reiterate the words that Jesus prayed while dying on the cross, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
May peace surround you and love be in your hearts. This, I believe, is what Alicia would want you to learn from this terrible atrocity. God be with us all.
beauty, Essence of love
with truth, could not tell a lie
joy, contagious; Her heart was grand
late, she blossomed like a beautiful flower
message is clear for the world to know
Happiness is such an elusive emotion. One day you're soaring on its wings, the next you're looking about hoping to catch a glimpse of it's magnificence, trying to convince yourself it was real and not a memory of a fairy tale from childhood.
Over the years my recipe for happiness has changed. Used to be all I needed (or thought I needed) was a knight in shining armor. Then it was the King and his kingdom, next, I just needed the kingdom, I could rule. What ingredients do I need today? 1) An infinite amount of love to give and receive freely. 2) A purpose, goal, destination, I'm still working on it.
Those who have known the greatest happiness have opened themselves to the most gut-wrenching sorrow. It's a gamble; you have to play to win. Or maybe those who have endured suffering have a greater respect for joy, can appreciate it wherever they find it, the smell of a rose, the sight of a baby, an old couple holding hands. And those who've lived their lives in a heart numbing cocoon of sanity, safety, and contentment don't have the capacity for pure joy.
Or, maybe this is what I tell myself in order to pick myself up, dust off, and hop on again. Back into the battle. -
Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor,
lapped the frothy brew from the floor,