Saturday, September 12, 2026

Beaumont’s Rescue Story


Beaumont’s Rescue Story

Little Beaumont was not purchased. He was rescued.

My daughter’s mother was sitting at a light rail station when she saw someone drive up, throw a paper bag into the bushes, and speed away. Curious about what was inside and concerned that someone had littered, she walked over to retrieve the bag.

Suddenly, little Beaumont came walking out of the bushes. The people in the car had heartlessly discarded this precious kitten as though his life did not matter.

She immediately rescued Beaumont and brought him to my daughter. Today, he has a wonderful home and a family that loves him more than words can express. What could have become a tragic life for a frightened, abandoned kitten became a beautiful new beginning.

Beaumont was not thrown away. He was sent into our lives as a true blessing. Follow his happy new life at @beaumontvonfloof. 🐾❤️

Friday, September 11, 2026

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001: THE DAY AMERICA PROMISED TO NEVER FORGET

 

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

THE DAY AMERICA PROMISED TO NEVER FORGET

A Children’s Story of Remembrance, Courage, Heroes, and Hope

By Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller and Author

Written in Remembrance on September 11, 2026
The 25th Anniversary of September 11, 2001

What Are We Learning?

We are learning that even though September 11, 2001 was one of the saddest days in American history, it also showed us the extraordinary courage, kindness, unity, and strength that ordinary people can find when they stand together.

Moral of the Story:

We must never forget September 11, 2001, the innocent people whose lives were taken, the heroes who ran toward danger to help others, and the families whose lives were forever changed. We should remember that hatred and extremism can cause terrible suffering when people begin to believe that hurting innocent human beings is acceptable. We should also understand that the actions of a terrorist organization must never be used as a reason to hate an entire religion, nationality, race, or group of people. Courage is not the absence of fear but the decision to do what is right even when we are afraid. America was wounded on September 11, but Americans showed that terror could not destroy their compassion, freedom, or determination. Every generation has a responsibility to learn what happened so the lessons of that day are never lost. We honor those who died by choosing kindness over hatred, courage over fear, unity over division, and hope over despair. We remember September 11 because remembering helps us build a future in which we protect freedom, value every human life, stand against hatred, and never forget.

 “Why Do We Remember?”

On the morning of September 11, 2026, twelve-year-old Noah walked into his classroom and immediately noticed something different.

There was an American flag beside his teacher’s desk.

On the board were four words:

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

Underneath them, Mrs. Carter had written:

WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

Noah sat down quietly.

He had heard people talk about September 11 before. He had seen pictures of two enormous buildings in New York City called the Twin Towers. He knew airplanes had crashed into them.

But September 11, 2001 had happened twenty-five years ago.

That seemed like a very long time to a twelve-year-old.

Mrs. Carter looked around the classroom.

“Does anyone know why today is important?”

Several hands went up.

“It was when the Twin Towers were attacked,” Emma said.

“Yes,” Mrs. Carter answered.

“People died,” another student said softly.

“Yes.”

Noah raised his hand.

“But why do we still talk about it twenty-five years later?”

Mrs. Carter looked at him for a moment.

“Because some days change history, Noah. And some lessons are too important to allow ourselves to forget.”

She walked toward the American flag.

“Today I am going to tell you what happened. Some of it will be sad. But this is not only a story about something terrible. It is also a story about courage, sacrifice, love, freedom, and what people can become when they choose to help one another.”

The room became very quiet.

Mrs. Carter began.

“September 11, 2001 began like an ordinary Tuesday.”

Children were getting ready for school.

Parents were making breakfast.

People were riding trains and buses to work.

Airplanes were taking off.

The sky over New York City was bright and blue.

Thousands of people went to work inside two enormous buildings called the Twin Towers, part of the World Trade Center.

None of them knew that nineteen terrorists belonging to an extremist organization called al-Qaeda had hijacked four passenger airplanes.

“What's a terrorist?” Noah asked.

“A terrorist is someone who uses violence and fear to try to force people, governments, or societies to do what the terrorist wants,” Mrs. Carter explained.

“Why did they hate America?” Emma asked.

Mrs. Carter paused.

“The answer is complicated, but here is the important part for us to understand. Al-Qaeda's leaders held extremist political and religious beliefs. They opposed American policies and influence, particularly in the Middle East, and wanted to frighten and weaken the United States. They chose famous symbols of American economic and military power as targets.”

She looked carefully around the classroom.

“But there is something else you must understand.”

The children waited.

“Al-Qaeda claimed religious reasons for some of its beliefs, but al-Qaeda did not represent all Muslims. Millions and millions of Muslims around the world rejected terrorism and the murder of innocent people. We must never blame an entire religion or group of people for the crimes of extremists.”

Noah nodded.

“So who should we blame?”

“The people who planned and committed the attacks,” Mrs. Carter said. “We hold people responsible for what they do. We do not hate innocent people because they happen to share a religion, nationality, or background.”

Then Mrs. Carter continued.

At 8:46 that morning, the first hijacked airplane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center.

People everywhere were confused.

Was it an accident?

Then, at 9:03, another hijacked airplane struck the South Tower.

America suddenly understood.

This was no accident.

The country was under attack.

A third hijacked airplane struck the Pentagon in Virginia, the headquarters of the United States Department of Defense.

There was still a fourth airplane in the sky.

It was United Airlines Flight 93.

The passengers aboard Flight 93 began learning through telephone calls that other airplanes had been hijacked and used as weapons.

They realized something frightening.

Their airplane might also be headed toward an important building.

The passengers had a decision to make.

They could remain seated and hope for the best.

Or they could try to stop the hijackers.

They chose courage.

Passengers and crew members fought back.

Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, before it could reach the hijackers' intended target in Washington.

Everyone aboard died.

But their actions may have saved many other lives.

Noah stared at his teacher.

“They knew they might die?”

“They knew they were in terrible danger,” Mrs. Carter answered. “And they acted anyway.”

“That is brave,” Noah whispered.

“Yes,” Mrs. Carter said. “That is one of the reasons we remember.”

But courage was happening somewhere else too.

In New York City, people were running away from the burning Twin Towers.

Firefighters were running toward them.

Police officers ran toward them.

Emergency medical workers ran toward them.

Ordinary citizens helped strangers down stairways.

People held doors open.

They carried injured people.

They guided frightened people toward safety.

Some gave up their own opportunity to escape quickly because someone else needed help.

Eventually, both Twin Towers collapsed.

By the end of that terrible morning, 2,977 innocent people had been killed in the attacks. They came from many backgrounds and from more than 90 countries.

Among those lost were hundreds of firefighters, police officers, and other first responders who had gone toward danger when almost everyone else was trying to get away.

Mrs. Carter stopped speaking.

No one in the classroom moved.

Finally, Emma asked the question everyone was thinking.

“Were people scared?”

“Very scared.”

“Did America stay scared?”

Mrs. Carter smiled gently.

“That is where another part of the story begins.”

Across America, something remarkable happened.

People helped.

Strangers hugged strangers.

Neighbors checked on neighbors.

People donated blood.

Volunteers traveled to help.

Firefighters from distant communities came to New York.

American flags appeared on homes, businesses, cars, bridges, and front porches.

Churches, synagogues, mosques, and community organizations opened their doors.

People prayed.

People cried together.

People stood together.

For a while, many of the differences that seemed so important on September 10 suddenly did not seem nearly as important on September 12.

People remembered something greater.

They were Americans.

They were neighbors.

They were human beings.

Noah looked again at the words on the board.

WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

“I think I understand now,” he said.

“What do you understand?” Mrs. Carter asked.

“We don't remember because we want to stay angry.”

Mrs. Carter smiled.

“Go on.”

“We remember the people.”

“Yes.”

“We remember the heroes.”

“Yes.”

“And we remember what hatred can do.”

Mrs. Carter nodded.

“And perhaps most importantly, Noah, we remember so that we can choose something better.

She walked to the window.

Outside, the American flag in front of the school had been lowered to half-staff.

“Twenty-five years have passed,” she said. “Many children alive today were not born when September 11 happened. Many of your parents were young themselves. Someday there will be very few people left who personally remember that morning.”

She turned back toward her students.

“That is when remembering becomes your responsibility.”

“Our responsibility?” Emma asked.

“Yes. History survives when one generation tells the next generation what happened and why it mattered.”

Mrs. Carter pointed toward the flag.

“Never forget the 2,977 people who were taken from their families.”

“Never forget the firefighters climbing stairs while others were coming down.”

“Never forget the police officers, emergency workers, military personnel, volunteers, and ordinary citizens who helped.”

“Never forget the passengers and crew of Flight 93 who fought back.”

“Never forget the families who kissed someone goodbye that morning without knowing it would be the last goodbye.”

“But also never forget something else.”

The children waited.

“Terrorists wanted Americans to be consumed by fear.”

She paused.

“They failed.”

“They wanted to weaken America.”

“They failed.”

“They wanted hatred to be stronger than hope.”

“They failed.”

Noah looked at the flag again.

For the first time, September 11 did not seem like an old black-and-white chapter in a history book.

It seemed like a promise.

A promise passed from one generation to another.

Remember them.

Honor them.

Learn from them.

Protect freedom.

Stand against hatred.

Help people who need help.

Do not judge millions of people because of the evil actions of a few.

Be brave when courage is required.

And never allow fear to decide what kind of person you will become.

Mrs. Carter handed every student a small piece of paper.

“Write one thing you believe America should remember from September 11.”

The classroom became silent as pencils began moving.

Noah thought for a long time.

Then he wrote:

They tried to frighten America, but Americans helped one another instead.

Mrs. Carter collected the papers.

At the end of class, the children walked outside.

They gathered beneath the flag.

There was no cheering.

No shouting.

Just silence.

Twenty-five years earlier, on a beautiful September morning, thousands of ordinary people had begun an ordinary day without knowing that history was about to change.

Some became victims.

Some became heroes.

Some became both.

And now a new generation stood beneath the American flag remembering people they had never met.

Noah looked upward as the flag moved gently in the September breeze.

He finally understood the words he had seen that morning.

WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

They were not simply words about the past.

They were instructions for the future.

Moral of the Story Poem

We remember that September day,
And honor those who passed away.
We remember heroes, strong and true,
Who ran toward danger to help others through.
We choose not hatred, revenge, or fear,
But courage and kindness year after year.
From generation to generation, our promise we keep:
Never forget those whose memories we lovingly keep.

Discussion Questions

  1. Why is it important for children who were not alive on September 11, 2001 to learn about what happened that day?
  2. What did the firefighters, police officers, emergency workers, passengers of Flight 93, and ordinary citizens teach us about courage?
  3. Why is it important to understand the difference between the terrorists of al-Qaeda and the millions of peaceful Muslims around the world?
  4. What do you think Noah meant when he wrote, “They tried to frighten America, but Americans helped one another instead”?
  5. What can you personally do today to honor the lesson of September 11 by showing courage, kindness, unity, respect, and love toward other people?

A Final Promise

We remember the innocent.
We honor the heroes.
We comfort the families.
We teach the children.
We stand against hatred.
We protect freedom.
We choose courage.
And we will never forget.

In Remembrance of September 11, 2001

Bill Conley
America’s Favorite Children’s Storyteller and Author

September 11, 2026

 

 

Lulu the Lobster and the Gift of Gratitude - A Children's Story

Lulu the Lobster and the Gift of Gratitude

Lesson: Gratitude and Appreciation

Moral of the Story:

Being thankful helps children notice the many beautiful blessings already surrounding them every single day. Gratitude teaches us to appreciate our family, friends, home, food, and the little moments that bring joy to our hearts. Always wanting more can sometimes make us forget how special the things we already have truly are. Thankful hearts often feel happier, kinder, and more peaceful because they focus on blessings instead of missing things. Learning to say thank you and appreciate others helps children grow into loving and thoughtful people. Just like Lulu the Lobster learned beneath the sea, gratitude is one of the greatest treasures anyone can ever have.

Deep beneath the sparkling ocean waves, where colorful coral gardens stretched across the sea floor and tiny silver fish danced through the water, lived a young lobster named Lulu.

Lulu had bright red claws, shiny eyes, and a beautiful coral home tucked beside the reef.

But no matter how many wonderful things Lulu already had, she always wanted more.

If another sea creature had prettier shells, Lulu wanted prettier shells too.

If someone found a bigger pearl, Lulu wanted a bigger pearl.

If another sea creature received extra seaweed cakes, Lulu wished she had extra cakes too.

Sometimes Lulu forgot to appreciate the beautiful things already around her.

One sunny morning, the sea creatures gathered near the coral reef for the Great Treasure Festival.

Everyone brought something special to share.

Daisy the Dolphin brought sparkling shells.

Benny the Blue Crab brought shiny sea glass.

Pearl the Pufferfish carried glowing pebbles.

And Tina the Sea Turtle brought beautiful pearls she had collected during her travels.

The sea creatures gasped happily.

“They are beautiful!” Sammy the Seahorse exclaimed.

Lulu stared at the pearls with wide eyes.

“I wish I had pearls like those,” she whispered.

Then she looked at her own collection of shells beside her.

Suddenly, her shells no longer seemed special.

That afternoon, Lulu visited Daisy’s coral garden.

Daisy had colorful sea flowers swaying gently in the water.

“They are so pretty,” Lulu sighed. “My home does not look nearly as nice.”

Later, Lulu visited Benny’s sand castle tunnels.

“They are bigger than mine,” she grumbled quietly.

Everywhere Lulu looked, she found something she wished she had instead of appreciating what already belonged to her.

That evening, Lulu returned sadly to her coral home.

She looked around with a frown.

Her shells did not seem shiny enough.

Her coral walls did not seem bright enough.

Nothing felt special anymore.

Nearby, Tina the Sea Turtle slowly swam beside her.

“You seem unhappy tonight,” Tina said gently.

Lulu sighed heavily.

“I wish I had prettier treasures and a nicer home like everyone else.”

Tina looked thoughtfully around Lulu’s cozy coral cave.

Soft sea plants swayed gently near the entrance.

Tiny glowing fish floated nearby.

Beautiful pink shells rested along the sandy floor.

“It looks lovely to me,” Tina smiled.

Lulu shrugged sadly.

“It is not as beautiful as everyone else’s.”

Tina gently sat beside her.

“Sometimes,” Tina explained softly, “when we spend all our time wanting more, we stop seeing the blessings already around us.”

Lulu frowned thoughtfully.

She was not quite sure what Tina meant.

The next morning, dark storm clouds gathered above the ocean.

The water currents began swirling strongly.

WHOOSH!

Seaweed whipped through the reef.

The sea creatures hurried toward safe hiding places.

Lulu quickly rushed toward her coral home.

But when the storm finally ended, Lulu gasped in shock.

Part of her coral cave had broken apart.

Several of her favorite shells had disappeared.

Some of her treasures had washed away into the ocean currents.

“Oh no!” Lulu cried sadly.

For the first time, Lulu realized how much those treasures had meant to her.

Tears filled her eyes.

Nearby, Daisy the Dolphin quickly swam over.

“Are you okay?” Daisy asked kindly.

Soon Benny arrived carrying loose coral pieces.

Pearl brought extra shells.

Sammy carried soft sea plants for decorating.

Even Tina the Sea Turtle returned with several glowing pebbles to brighten Lulu’s home again.

The sea creatures worked together all afternoon helping rebuild Lulu’s coral cave.

Little by little, the cozy home became beautiful once more.

When they finished, Lulu looked around in amazement.

Her friends had helped restore her home with love and kindness.

“You all helped me,” Lulu whispered softly.

“Of course,” Daisy smiled warmly.

“You are our friend,” Benny added.

Lulu suddenly felt something warm inside her heart.

For so long, she had focused on things she did not have.

But now she realized something very important.

She already had wonderful treasures all along.

She had a friendship.

She had family.

She had kindness.

She had love.

And those treasures were far more valuable than shiny shells or pearls.

That evening, the sea creatures gathered together beside the glowing coral reef.

Lulu smiled happily as she looked around at her friends laughing and playing together.

Then she quietly said something she had not said nearly enough before.

“Thank you.”

Tina smiled gently beside her.

“Grateful hearts often become the happiest hearts.”

Lulu nodded slowly.

Now she understood.

The ocean had always been filled with beauty.

She simply needed to slow down and appreciate it.

That night, Lulu rested peacefully inside her rebuilt coral home.

The soft sea plants swayed gently nearby.

Tiny glowing fish drifted through the water.

And for the very first time in a very long while, Lulu felt completely happy with what she already had.

Deep beneath the sparkling sea, her grateful little heart glowed brighter than any treasure in the ocean.

Moral of the Story Poem:

Thankful hearts can clearly see,
The blessings are all around you and me.
Family, friendship, love, and care,
Are treasures shining everywhere?
When we appreciate what we already own,
Happiness and joy are beautifully grown.
Like Lulu smiling beneath the sea,
Gratitude is life’s sweetest treasure to see.

Questions for Parents and Children:

  1. Why did Lulu sometimes feel unhappy even though she already had many beautiful things?
  2. How did Lulu’s friends help her after the storm?
  3. What are some things in your life that you feel thankful for every day?