Things that remain most vivid…
being at my desk, 38th floor, 1 WTC and feeling the building shake
everyone running for the staircase, uncertain of what was happening
finding out exactly what had happened (via someone’s blackberry) while we tried to make our way down
making room for the fire fighters to pass between us, on their way up… out of breath, carrying heavy equipment, red faces, sweating,
making room for people coming down from higher floors, being rushed down, bloody, burned hair
the officers yelling to us once we exited the building, “don’t stop, don’t look up, keep going”
finding out about the pentagon
finally able to get a hold of my parents to tell them I was ok
hearing the towers collapsing, I didn’t believe it, I thought it has to be something else
managing to meet up with my best friend and walking home together
and most of all, how New Yorkers united that day, and the amazing volunteers who came to the rescue
I will never forget.
