A Gift From Ground Zero

A fictional tale of Christian Love in the wake of tragedy.


FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2001 --- 9:30am --- KAY'S JEWELERS, LOWER MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY

Kay's Jewelers store manager Mary Beth Fowler sipped on her Dunkin Donuts Hazelnut Decaf as she half-heartedly scanned the morning's headlines in the New York Daily News. The jewelry store, located just a few blocks north of Ground Zero, had a very slow Christmas selling season due to the terrorist attacks on The World Trade Center three months earlier. Aside from the cleanup efforts at the 'pile' of the fallen towers, Lower Manhattan was still in a state of shock and at a virtual standstill.

Her attention shifted from the newspaper as the first customer of the day entered the store.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up an item I have on layaway for Christmas." The young Wall Street executive had a twinkle in his eye as he shook the crisp December cold from himself as he entered the store and handed the store manager his layaway receipt.

"Sure, no problem" Mary Beth beamed. "I'll just get your item from the safe. I'll be right back."

For some reason,and she didn't quite know why, this young executive reminded Mary Beth of someone. As she retrieved the layaway item from the safe, however, Mary Beth completely connected the dots. On this Friday morning, December 21, 2001, this layaway was only one of two remaining for the Christmas Season. The other still-unclaimed layaway belonged to another young executive, Chris Gibbons.

A chill went down Mary Beth's spine as she looked at Chris' place of business listed on the sales invoice: World Trade Center, 99th Floor, North Tower.

Mary Beth stared at the remaining unclaimed layaway after concluding the sale with her first customer and he left the store. She trembled as she vividly remembered the transaction.



MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 10th, 2001 --- 12:30pm --- KAY'S JEWELERS , NYC

"Do you allow layaways?" Newly-hired financial executive Chris Gibbons pointed to a 24ct gold necklace, containing two hearts joined in the middle with a cross.

"I would love to get this necklace as a Christmas Gift for my wife, but I've got to be honest, I just started my job last month. I really can't afford to just buy it now, but I don't want to lose the piece by you selling it to someone else. Can I put it on layaway and make weekly payments until I pay it off. I will probably be able to pick it up around Thanksgiving."

"You bet!" Mary Beth exclaimed. "It sounds like this necklace has a very special meaning."

"Wow, does it ever!" Chris was smiling ear to ear. "My wife Amy and I are Christians and we feel we have Jesus Christ at the center of our marriage. This necklace with the two hearts and the cross in between them is the perfect symbol of our relationship." Chris paused as he looked Mary Beth squarely in the eye. "Do you know Jesus Christ as your personal Lord and Savior?"

Mary Beth bristled a bit at the question. At twenty four years of age, she had become the youngest manager in the giant jewelry store chain and her success-driven lifestyle was the epitome of a fast-paced Manhattan go-getter. God was never a part of her thinking, much less her life.

"Uh, no,... I, um, well, I don't think about religious things very much."

Chris did not flinch or skip a beat.

"I understand. Here, take this tract and read it when you get a chance. I would love to discuss it with you sometime when I make my payments."

"Sure, that would be nice." Mary Beth was lying through her teeth. The last thing she wanted was for some religious zealot trying to slam-dunk his beliefs into her business, sex, and good-times lifestyle. All she wanted to do was to complete the sales invoice for the layaway and be done with it.

Chris left the store in as bright a mood as when he entered, and Mary Beth was relieved she had dodged a religious bullet. Yet, strangely enough, Chris' faith in Jesus Christ had an impact on her, though she struggled not to admit it.

Mary Beth tossed the tract, unread, into the center drawer of her desk.



TUESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 11th, 2001 --- 6:30am --- METROPARK TRAIN STATION, WOODBRIDGE, NEW JERSEY

Chris Gibbons was driving his wife Amy crazy. He was up to something and she didn't have a clue as to what it could be. As she was dropping her husband off at the Metropark New Jersey Transit Train Station for his morning commute into 'the city', Chris' excitement over something was downright maddening. Throughout the prior evening, Chris made not-so-subtle hints that he got a surprise for his wife, but he wouldn't say anything beyond that. And the secret was tormenting Amy!

"Christopher Gibbons, if you don't tell me, right here and right now, what you're up to, I won't make dinner for you tonight!" Amy hoped Chris would fall for her bluff.

"That's why The Good Lord created fast food joints!" Chris teasingly responded as he gave his wife a goodbye kiss and jumped from the car. "I'll see you tonight."

And with that simple statement, Chris bounded up the steps to the platform as his commuter train was slowing to a stop to pick up the fifty or so waiting passengers. Amy watched him until he was out of sight, completely unaware that she would never see him again.



FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2001 --- 10:15am --- KAY'S JEWELERS, NYC

Mary Beth was trembling, still holding the unclaimed layaway of Chris Gibbons as she went to her desk in the rear of the store. The memory of Chris' enthusiasm flashed through her mind, but his business address on the layaway invoice made her sick to her stomach. With a shaking hand, Mary Beth dialed Chris' office phone number and was momentarily relieved when someone answered the call.

"Good morning, Cantor Fitgerald" The young telephone receptionist exclaimed. "How may I direct your call?"

"Chris, eh, Christopher Gibbons, please."

"Just a moment, ma'am, as I check my company directory for him." A interminable pause was followed by a gasped, hushed, "OH!!!" After another anguished pause, the receptionist stammered "I'll, uh, I'll connect you with our Human Resources Department."

Another maddening wait, until a very tired-sounding girl mechanically blurted "HR, Wendy speaking."

"Hi Wendy, I'm trying to reach Christopher Gibbons."

"Do you know what department he's in?"

"No, I just know his office was in the World Trade Center."

"OH !!!"

The very tone of Wendy's voice made Mary Beth tremble all the more.

"Are you a relative?" Wendy tentatively inquired.

"No, I have to confess, I'm not" Mary Beth then proceeded to explain how Chris had placed an item on layaway for Christmas and she was trying to contact him.

"Well, I'm not supposed to discuss this with anyone other than relatives, but..." She paused, clearly trying to gain her composure before proceeding. "Chris Gibbons was killed in the World Trade Center terrorist attack. Fact is, our entire staff in the tower lost their lives. THE WHOLE COMPANY!!! WE WERE LITERALLY WIPED OUT!!! All calls to the New York number are now automatically routed to our office here in LA."

Wendy broke down in tears, followed immediately by Mary Beth.

Through innumerable tears, both young women shared their grief and anguish about the day that changed America forever. They shared their experiences for about 15 minutes before they decided they had better get back to their jobs. After wishing each other a Happy Holiday - if it could be possible - they terminated the call and Mary Beth was alone in her office.

She stared at the layaway that would never be claimed in her hand, crying profusely.

And then, somehow, she remembered the tract. Did she still have it? Fumbling through her center desk drawer, Mary Beth recovered it, bunched in between menus from Panera Bread and Mama Leone's Restaurant.

And the tears came even more...



MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2001 --- CHRISTMAS EVE --- 9:30am --- WOODBRIDGE GARDENS TOWNHOMES, WOODBRIDGE, NEW JERSEY

Since September 12th, Amy Gibbons could not bear to stay in the two-story townhouse she and Chris had rented the previous June. The evening of 9/11, Amy was joined by her parents, who lived just across the Goethals Bridge on the western side of Staten Island, and Chris' parents, who lived about 25 miles northwest in Morristown, New Jersey. The two sets of parents spent a tearful, sleepless night with Amy glued to the CNN coverage of the disaster, praying and waiting anxiously for a call from Chris: A call that would never come.

The awful realization, heavily deluted with hopeful denial, made staying at the townhome impossible for the young bride. Amy set her telephone to call-forward all incoming calls to her parent's Staten Island home, where she would wait for any word about Chris.

The wait would be endless.

Amy refused to set foot in the townhouse for the next three months. She just could not bear to see the apartment she and Chris called home. The week of Halloween made the loss of Chris even more unbearable: Amy had thought her 'being late' was the result of the anquish she was experiencing. A trip to her doctor told a different story: Amy was two months pregnant with Chris' child.

This morning, however, Christmas Eve, Amy made a decision: Her unborn child, now confirmed to be a boy by her gynocologist, would have his daddy's picture beside the Christmas Tree in her parent's living room. If not in person, Chris would be there to celebrate Christmas with his family in spirit.

Amy announced she was going to make the drive back to Woodbridge to retrieve her and Chris' wedding portrait, but her father adamantly refused to allow her to make the trip alone. He insisted he would drive his daughter and unborn grandson. Amy gratefully consented.

At the townhome, Amy asked her father if he would wait in the car, parked directly in front, as she nervously and sadly went into the apartment alone. She needed to make this entry on her own. Her father understood and watched his pregnant daughter unlock the door and enter, leaving the front door behind her wide open.

As he waited for his daughter, lost in his thoughts of the tragedy and his love for her, Amy's father was startled back to the present by a FedEx truck that abruptly pulled into the parking space right next to him. He was stunned as the FedEx driver jumped from the van clutching a small FedEx Box and walked right up to the open door of Amy's apartment.

The driver froze for a moment in the open doorway as he observed a young woman inside, slumped on a loveseat, cradling a wedding picture to her breast, and crying hysterically.

Nervously, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry to startle you, but I have a delivery here for Mrs. Christopher Gibbons."

Wide-eyed in confusion, Amy took a long moment to let the salutation sink into her consciousness.

Trying to gain her composure, Amy stammered "I'm Mrs. Christopher Gibbons." She placed the portrait beside her on the loveseat and walked to the FedEx driver.

"Could you please sign here, maam?" The drivers voice was ripe with compassion and nervousness.

Amy signed for the package and stared at it for a long time as the driver thanked her and made his exit. To the young woman's complete confusion, the waybill listed the sender as 'Mary Beth Fowler, Kay's Jewelers' with a New York City address. As she pulled the zip-cord to open the box, Amy's father appeared on the threshhold, equally curious at the reason and the contents of the surprise delivery.

Amy was amazed as she discovered a beautiful red velvet jewelry case and a card inside. Totally baffled, she opened the card:

"Dear Mrs. Gibbons,

My name is Mary Beth Fowler, and I'm the store manager of Kay's Jewelers in Lower Manhattan.

The enclosed necklace is from your husband Chris. He came into my store on Monday afternoon, September 10th, and chose this for you. He placed it on layaway and had planned to pick it up in time to give it to you as a Christmas Gift. Today (Friday, 12/21), I found his unclaimed layaway and I remember so well how excited he was and how much he obviously loved you. Chris told me how the necklace perfectly reflected your marriage: Two hearts with the Cross of Christ in the center.

Chris even gave me a tract to read.

Mrs. Gibbons, I have to tell you: The day Chris came in to place the necklace on layaway, I was living a very wild and reckless life. I'm ashamed to admit many of the poor choices I made in bad relationships and one-night stands. When Chris gave me the tract, I have to confess I wanted to just throw it in the trash, but for some reason, (and I know now that reason was The Lord preparing me!), I tossed it in my desk drawer.

But today, after finding your necklace, I pulled out the tract and read it. And I found The Lord! I accepted Jesus into my heart and life! I know He died for my sins and I know my sins are forgiven because of His Death on the Cross.

And I have Chris to thank for leading me to Jesus!

Mrs. Gibbons, I know this necklace will never bring Chris back, but I hope it will somehow bring you some happiness in knowing his love for you and your mutual love of Jesus.

And it's your mutual love that brought Chris into my store and helped a sinful store manager find the Savior.

If it's any consolation at all, because of Chris, I will be celebrating my first Christmas as a Child of God. Thank you!!!

I sincerely and respectfully wish you a Merry Christmas.

Your new sister in The Lord,
Mary Beth"

Tears were flowing freely from both Amy and her father, as he had come beside his daughter and, with his arm gently around her shoulders, was reading the note along with her.

Gingerly, Amy opened the red velvet case and looked at the exquisite necklace inside: Two hearts joined by a Cross in the center.

As she stared at the beautiful piece of jewelry, Amy's father gently removed it from it's case and tenderly placed it around his daughter's neck and fastened the latch in back.

"Chris loved you so much, honey! He's wishing you a Merry Christmas from Heaven!"

Wiping away tears, Amy walked over to a wall mirror and studied herself wearing the most precious Christmas Gift, other than God's Gift of His Son to the world, she would ever receive.

A gift from her fallen husband, whose remains would never be recovered from the debis field of the collapsed World Trade Center.

A Gift From Ground Zero.

The Greatest Songs of All Time - Part 4

Good Run of Bad Luck - Clint Black

Great Song, with video from one of my favorite movies of all time.

Country doesn't get any better than this!

The Greatest Songs of All Time - Part 3

Back In The USSR - Paul McCartney (The Beatles)

(Popular)

OK, maybe Back In The USSR is not one of the greatest songs of all time, but this performance deseves special recognition: Paul McCartney is performing on the Marquee of the theatre where The Fab Four debuted 45 years earlier on the Ed Sullivan Show on February 9, 1964.

This video elicits both nostalgically sad and happy emotions, but most importantly,

eternally grateful praises in me.

Sad, because of how people make the wrong people and things idols in their life.

The Beatles were nothing more than performers - Human just like the rest of us.

Sadly, John Lennon was murdered just a few blocks north of this theatre.

Happy, because The Beatles bring back many happy memories of growing up in Orange, NJ. (My old Rock Band used to play Back In The USSR)!

And ETERNALLY GRATEFUL that in spite of all the changes in the past 45 years,

(Paul McCartney points out that even the USSR doesn't exist anymore)

Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today, and forever.

The Greatest Songs of All Time - Part 2

SIR DUKE - Stevie Wonder

(Popular)

A Musical Genius saluting another Musical Genius!

ENJOY !!!

It Had Better Be Tonight - Michael Buble

(Popular)

Michael Buble is a good singer, but he does not have what I consider an exceptional voice.

What I like most about Michael Buble is he sings great songs, with fantastic arrangements.

The orchestra on It Had Better Be Tonight is phenominal.

Bandstand Boogie - Barry Manilow

(Popular)

This is the only video I could find with Barry performing this classic theme song from Dick Clark's American Bandstand..

Unfortunately, you have to suffer through 4:24 of the video before you get to the song. I suggest just fast-forwarding to the 4:24 mark.

You Can't Sit Down - The Dovells

(Popular)

Just hard-drivin', Hammond Organ and Saxophone-powered, Rock & Roll.

Bruce Springsteen's version doesn't even come close.

This is getting really scary...

The more I learn about Barack Hussein Obama,

The more afraid I become.

The Greatest Songs of All Time

I just realized I've been spending WAY TOO MUCH time complaining about Barack. It's time to blog about enjoyable things!

So, starting today...

I am going to compile what I believe are the greatest songs of all time - - - both secular (popular) and Christian.

Generally speaking, they will be in no order of favorites as to which is "#1" and so forth, as I enjoy all the songs equally. (With two notable exceptions for the Christian Genre: I unabashedly state the two songs I believe are the greatest.)

I will be posting (actually, paying tribute) to the songs as they come to mind - - - and in many cases, after I locate it on YouTube or elsewhere.

Feel free to agree, disagree, or suggest other songs for the list.

I hope you enjoy listening and watching in the days, weeks, and months to come.

Young At Heart - Frank Sinatra

(Popular)

Young At Heart would have been a hit even if I recorded it! (Well, OK, maybe not me!)

More Today Than Yesterday - The Spiral Staircase

(Popular)

One of the two songs my wife and I consider "our songs".

Enough said...

Never My Love - The Association

(Popular)

"Our Song" #2

Cat's In The Cradle - Harry Chapin

(Popular)

One of the most powerful songs ever written.

An absolute Masterpiece!

The Walk - Sawyer Brown

(Popular)

This song is incredible. Mark Miller has one of the best male voices in the world!

Birth of the Blues - Sammy Davis, Jr.

(Popular)

NOTE: This song needs Sammy Davis Jr.'s voice, but this is the only video I could find. Frank, Dean, and (surprizingly!) Johnny do a good job, but nobody sings it better than Sammy.

Baby Grand - Billy Joel & Ray Charles

(Popular)

OK, I admit I'm partial to The Blues, but the Piano Man and The Genius teaming up on Billy Joel's composition is just phenominal! (Unfortunately, this video does not do justice to the incredible blues riffs played by Billy and Ray on the two pianos.)

Amos Moses - Jerry Reid

(Popular)

Granted, the video is extremely dorky, but this is just a great down-home, foot-stompin' tune!

Officer Krupke - West Side Story

(Popular)

There were so many great Broadway shows in the past, picking a best song from a great musical was really tough, but Officer Krupke is hilarious.

Musical Comedy doesn't get any better than this!

Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones

(Popular)

I'm placing this as the last popular song for this list, right before the Christian Songs.

This song has a surprizingly Christian application.

I've posted the words, because Paint It Black conveys quite well how our hearts are black. Though I'm sure Mick Jagger never intended it this way, Paint It Black could be viewed as me admitting I am a sinner, which is the first step in becoming a Christian.

(I do not, however, suggest singing it in Church!)

He's Alive - Don Francisco

(Christian)

One of the two Greatest Contemporary Christian Songs

And my absolute Christian favorite.

I call this a "Story Song".

Watch The Lamb - Ray Boltz

(Christian)

The other Greatest Contemporay Christian Song.

Another "Story Song".

(Sorry about the Spanish Subtitles - I couldn't find the version without them!)

I Want To Be Just Like You You - Phillips, Craig, & Dean

(Christian)

As a father, this is my favorite "Prayer Song".

I hope God answers this prayer with "YES!!!"

I will be posting other songs in the future,

so check back often.

A Post-Racial President?

Note from At My Witz End:

This is an extremely powerful article written by Thomas Sowell, an African American. The white highlighted paragraph is an emphasis I added, for I believe that section passionately summarizes the dillusion to which the media - and the voters - have succombed.

I strongly urge everyone who reads this article to pass it on for others to read.

A Post-Racial President?

by Thomas Sewell

Many people hoped that the election of a black President of the United States would mark our entering a "post-racial" era, when we could finally put some ugly aspects of our history behind us.

That is quite understandable. But it takes two to tango. Those of us who want to see racism on its way out need to realize that others benefit greatly from crying racism. They benefit politically, financially, and socially.

Barack Obama has been allied with such people for decades. He found it expedient to appeal to a wider electorate as a post-racial candidate, just as he has found it expedient to say a lot of other popular things-- about campaign finance, about transparency in government, about not rushing legislation through Congress without having it first posted on the Internet long enough to be studied-- all of which turned to be the direct opposite of what he actually did after getting elected.

Those who were shocked at President Obama's cheap shot at the Cambridge police for being "stupid" in arresting Henry Louis Gates must have been among those who let their wishes prevail over the obvious implications of Obama's 20 years of association with the Reverend Jeremiah Wright. Anyone who can believe that Obama did not understand what the racist rants of Jeremiah Wright meant can believe anything.

With race-- as with campaign finance, transparency and the rest-- Barack Obama knows what the public wants to hear and that is what he has said. But his policies as president have been the opposite of his rhetoric, with race as with other issues.

As a state senator in Illinois, Obama pushed the "racial profiling" issue, so it is hardly surprising that he jumped to the conclusion that a policeman was racial profiling when in fact the cop was investigating a report received from a neighbor that someone seemed to be breaking into the house that Professor Gates was renting in Cambridge.

For those who are interested in facts-- and these obviously do not include President Obama-- there has been a serious study of racial profiling in a book titled "Are Cops Racist?" by Heather Mac Donald. Her analysis of the data shows how this issue has long been distorted beyond recognition by politics.

The racial profiling issue is a great vote-getter. And if it polarizes the society, that is a price that politicians are willing to pay in order to get votes. Academics who run black studies departments, as Professor Henry Louis Gates does, likewise have a vested interest in racial paranoia.

For "community organizers" as well, racial resentments are a stock in trade. President Obama's background as a community organizer has received far too little attention, though it should have been a high-alert warning that this was no post-racial figure.

What does a community organizer do? What he does not do is organize a community. What he organizes are the resentments and paranoia within a community, directing those feelings against other communities, from whom either benefits or revenge are to be gotten, using whatever rhetoric or tactics will accomplish that purpose.

To think that someone who has spent years promoting grievance and polarization was going to bring us all together as president is a triumph of wishful thinking over reality.

Not only Barack Obama's past, but his present, tell the same story. His appointment of an attorney general who called America "a nation of cowards" for not dialoguing about race was a foretaste of what to expect from Eric Holder.

The way Attorney General Holder has refused to prosecute young black thugs who gathered at a voting site with menacing clubs, in blatant violation of federal laws against intimidating voters, speaks louder than any words from him or his president.

President Obama's first nominee to the Supreme Court is, like Obama himself, someone with a background of years of affiliation with an organization dedicated to promoting racial resentments and a sense of racial entitlement.

An 18th century philosopher said, "When I speak I put on a mask. When I act I am forced to take it off." Barack Obama's mask slipped for a moment last week but he quickly recovered, with the help of the media. But we should never forget what we saw.