The Wallet Ninja
It seems like the only thing you can’t do with this little helper.. is paying!
BUT aside from this it offers so much more functionality than a credit card. It has the same size as a credit card, so you can easily put it inside your wallet. There’s six Hex wrenches, a can opener, fruit peeler, bottle opener, ruler (standard & metric), letter opener, box opener, phone stand, and eyeglasses, Philips and flathead screwdrivers. It’s made from 4x heat treated steel, and comes with a lifetime guarantee to never rust, bend, dull, or fold up like Circuit City.
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Your name is released
From someones lips
Skips a few beats
And my lungs
I’m not sure
If it is because
Is still etched
Or word I say
Or if it is because
You’ve left me
But the lingering
Taste of your lips
And the love
You had for me
I was just 11 years old when the WTC fell that symbolic day in 2001.
I remember exactly where I lived, what I was doing, what I was wearing. Heck, I even remember the color of our carpet.
It was beige. And I cringed thinking it would stain horribly when I saw my mom drop her coffee cup on the floor from where she was standing by the couch.
I had been sitting a few feet from the TV with our new kitten, Sylvester, and my mother was watching the devestating news developing out of the US. She immediately went and called one of her co-workers and started chatting away about it on the phone. She was sad, and I just felt confused.
I was 11 — I didn’t even really think I knew what was happening! What will resonate with me forever, though, is when I heard the reporters talking about how a bunch of people were throwing themselves out of a building to avoid burning to death. I remember them saying that they would have heart attacks before they even hit the ground.
That night I had terrible nightmares.
Even if I didn’t understand it fully, a deep place in my mind sure did, and I had dreams of fire and burning.
All this fire, just blazing and smoking — Nothing else.
I woke up scared and breathless and ran to my mom’s room, where she was sitting awake listening to a priest pray on the radio. She told me to come into the bed and listen, thinking maybe it would help. I fell asleep there, listening, and the nightmare didn’t come back.
I think we all remember where we were when the towers fell, and reminiscing on it brings sorrow to my heart. So many lives lost, yet so great of a misinterpreted legacy.
We must cherish the memory of the feelings that came with first hearing of 9/11, because they are ones we would feel all the time without the dedicated service of both our men and women in uniform, and the first responders that protect our communities every day.
The pictures above show people contemplating jumping out of the towers.
Human beings knowing their lives were over, but just trying to figure out how they wanted to die.
We’ll never forget you.