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Don't know if this is true, but a good story and nice if it is true.

Love & prayers

Judee

> These kids are from a Seventh Day Adventist Black college here in

Huntsville.

>

> The Band Marches In

> A joyful noise in the streets of New York City.

>

> by Rich Lowry, as published in National Review

> September 16, 2001 11:30 a.m.

>

> When I was walking back to my apartment yesterday, I heard the

> clangor of a marching

> band, getting closer. I walked to the corner of 14th Street and Fifth

> Avenue - where

> on Tuesday people had stood and watched the towers burn - and

> suddenly there appeared

> a small marching band, all black kids, in purple shirts, playing,

> " When the Saints

> Come Marching In. " They crossed Fifth, and people stopped to watch,

> smile, and clap.

>

> It turned out they were from Oakwood College in Huntsville, Alabama.

> Someone had had

> the inspired idea to drive 24 hours to come here and raise a joyful

> noise in the

> streets of New York City. What a sight! A kid held an American flag

> at the front of

> the group, and a couple of others held shovels over their shoulders.

> After all the

> sadness, the prayer vigils and the candles, here was something

> clamorous and happy and

> resolute (and even a little martial). This is what we needed, even if

> no one had

> realized it until this noisy apparition appeared among us, conducting

> the normal

> business of a New York Saturday - walking our dogs, carrying plastic

> grocery bags,

> strolling idly toward brunch--but with the pall of downtown muting

everything.

>

> The band headed to Union Square, where a makeshift memorial has been

thrown up.

> Stragglers followed behind, and people parted to make way, clapping

> as the kids passed

> through, blowing on their trumpets, banging on their drums. When they

> got in the

> middle of the square, they played the " Star Spangled Banner. " One of

> those half-crazy

> blacks guys you sometimes see in New York, was waving a flag and

> practically jumping

> up and down: " You go kids! You go kids! "

>

> A Hispanic woman hugged one of the girls with the group, and pressed

> $20 into her

> hand. " I really want to hear `Battle Hymn of the Republic', " she

> said, when the band

> paused in between songs. Next, " Amazing Grace, " played softly, just

> on the horns.

> Then, everyone sang " God Bless America, " without the accompaniment of

> the band, which

> eventually turned around and headed out of the square, drums blazing,

> one black lady

> making a point of hugging every member of the group that she could. A

black guy

> approached the one white member of the group - walking in back, not

playing an

> instrument - and extended his hand, saying emphatically, " THANK YOU! "

>

> The band headed down University Avenue, playing " America the

> Beautiful, " a wonderfully

> bizarre sight, marching the wrong way down the one-way street. Car

> alarms went off as

> the band passed. Each step of the way, people paused on the sidewalks

> and applauded.

> People peered out of the windows of stores and restaurants. More

> people followed

> along. " I don't know where they're going, but I'm with them, " someone

said.

>

> They turned out to be headed to Washington Square Park, a short walk

> away, where

> another spontaneous memorial had been erected. They marched into the

> middle of the

> park, past the candles and the missing posters up on a fence, and

> played the " Star

> Spangled Banner " again. A Hispanic woman hugged the kid carrying the

> flag, and buried

> her face into his neck and began to sob and sob. She was

> inconsolable, bleary-eyed,

> her nose red with crying. She was carrying a couple of flowers and a

> color photocopy

> of a family - with one of its members presumably gone forever. The

> kid with the flag

> eventually stood back in his place. Other band members hugged the

> lady, who - may God

> comfort her - was giving off waves of heart-rending grief. The kid

> holding the flag

> began to cry, and as his eyes filled with tears, he hoisted the flag

> higher with both

> his arms.

>

> Then, the band's leader - an older, take-charge-type - consulted with

> one of the

> locals about how to find the next park, and off they marched. They

> were part of a

> group called National Association for the Prevention of Starvation. I

> know nothing

> about the group except that its website says that, " NAPS takes its

> marching band on

> all of its major projects to minister to the spirit of the recipients

> of its aid. "

> Yesterday, they ministered to the spirit of New York.

> --

>

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Don't know if this is true, but a good story and nice if it is true.

Love & prayers

Judee

> These kids are from a Seventh Day Adventist Black college here in

Huntsville.

>

> The Band Marches In

> A joyful noise in the streets of New York City.

>

> by Rich Lowry, as published in National Review

> September 16, 2001 11:30 a.m.

>

> When I was walking back to my apartment yesterday, I heard the

> clangor of a marching

> band, getting closer. I walked to the corner of 14th Street and Fifth

> Avenue - where

> on Tuesday people had stood and watched the towers burn - and

> suddenly there appeared

> a small marching band, all black kids, in purple shirts, playing,

> " When the Saints

> Come Marching In. " They crossed Fifth, and people stopped to watch,

> smile, and clap.

>

> It turned out they were from Oakwood College in Huntsville, Alabama.

> Someone had had

> the inspired idea to drive 24 hours to come here and raise a joyful

> noise in the

> streets of New York City. What a sight! A kid held an American flag

> at the front of

> the group, and a couple of others held shovels over their shoulders.

> After all the

> sadness, the prayer vigils and the candles, here was something

> clamorous and happy and

> resolute (and even a little martial). This is what we needed, even if

> no one had

> realized it until this noisy apparition appeared among us, conducting

> the normal

> business of a New York Saturday - walking our dogs, carrying plastic

> grocery bags,

> strolling idly toward brunch--but with the pall of downtown muting

everything.

>

> The band headed to Union Square, where a makeshift memorial has been

thrown up.

> Stragglers followed behind, and people parted to make way, clapping

> as the kids passed

> through, blowing on their trumpets, banging on their drums. When they

> got in the

> middle of the square, they played the " Star Spangled Banner. " One of

> those half-crazy

> blacks guys you sometimes see in New York, was waving a flag and

> practically jumping

> up and down: " You go kids! You go kids! "

>

> A Hispanic woman hugged one of the girls with the group, and pressed

> $20 into her

> hand. " I really want to hear `Battle Hymn of the Republic', " she

> said, when the band

> paused in between songs. Next, " Amazing Grace, " played softly, just

> on the horns.

> Then, everyone sang " God Bless America, " without the accompaniment of

> the band, which

> eventually turned around and headed out of the square, drums blazing,

> one black lady

> making a point of hugging every member of the group that she could. A

black guy

> approached the one white member of the group - walking in back, not

playing an

> instrument - and extended his hand, saying emphatically, " THANK YOU! "

>

> The band headed down University Avenue, playing " America the

> Beautiful, " a wonderfully

> bizarre sight, marching the wrong way down the one-way street. Car

> alarms went off as

> the band passed. Each step of the way, people paused on the sidewalks

> and applauded.

> People peered out of the windows of stores and restaurants. More

> people followed

> along. " I don't know where they're going, but I'm with them, " someone

said.

>

> They turned out to be headed to Washington Square Park, a short walk

> away, where

> another spontaneous memorial had been erected. They marched into the

> middle of the

> park, past the candles and the missing posters up on a fence, and

> played the " Star

> Spangled Banner " again. A Hispanic woman hugged the kid carrying the

> flag, and buried

> her face into his neck and began to sob and sob. She was

> inconsolable, bleary-eyed,

> her nose red with crying. She was carrying a couple of flowers and a

> color photocopy

> of a family - with one of its members presumably gone forever. The

> kid with the flag

> eventually stood back in his place. Other band members hugged the

> lady, who - may God

> comfort her - was giving off waves of heart-rending grief. The kid

> holding the flag

> began to cry, and as his eyes filled with tears, he hoisted the flag

> higher with both

> his arms.

>

> Then, the band's leader - an older, take-charge-type - consulted with

> one of the

> locals about how to find the next park, and off they marched. They

> were part of a

> group called National Association for the Prevention of Starvation. I

> know nothing

> about the group except that its website says that, " NAPS takes its

> marching band on

> all of its major projects to minister to the spirit of the recipients

> of its aid. "

> Yesterday, they ministered to the spirit of New York.

> --

>

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