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United 93


I just finished watching the heartbreaking movie United 93. It was the first time I have seen it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a few things.

Many of the passengers in called to their family and friends once they knew they were probably going to die. They all said the same thing: "I just wanted to say that I love you" or "Tell _______ that I love them", etc. This is so true. In almost every crisis situation, our last impulse is to let those whom we love know that they are loved. Many people's main regret, after having unexpectedly lost a family member, is that they just wished they could have told them "I love you" one last time.

Why is that?

It is obvious that love is by far the strongest human emotion. None of those passengers said, "Just be sure and tell Billy that I'm scared" or "I just wanted you to know that I'm really mad at these hijackers for what they are doing" or "Please promise me that you'll let the family know that I wished I could have lived my life more pleasing to God."

I'm sure all of these sentiments were present. Indeed, strongly so! But when given only a few moments, these passengers had to pick one of their feelings to express, and they (as we all would have done) picked love. Every person I know wants both to receive love and to give it. It's tragic that this can be taken for granted so easily.

Let us use this as a reminder to tell our friends and family how much they mean to us.
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