Re: 10 years ago today
I still remember everything so vividly. I was sitting at my desk at work (I worked at One World Financial Center.. right across the street from The World Trade Center) and I heard a loud noise. It sounded like the noise a truck carrying pipes makes when it goes over a pothole. It’s a pretty typical noise for New York City, but I was on the 35th floor and you can’t hear anything that’s going on the streets at that height. The next thing I heard was someone screaming from across the hallway “There is a bomb in the building, everybody get the f*** out”. Most people evacuated my building then, but a few of us stayed back, not knowing what had happened. Then we heard rumors and it crossed our scrolling headlines tape on the computer that a plane had crashed into one of the towers. We all thought it must have been a Cessna with a student pilot who lost control.
A few of us gathered in my manager’s office because his window faced the towers. All we could see was the fire and debris and glass falling, no sign of a plane (I actually thought at that time that I would be able to see a part of a wing or cockpit or something, not realizing the force of the impact disintegrated everything). I kept going back to my office, fielding calls from family members, doing work, and back to my manager’s office… As I watched the blaze above, I could see the firemen entering the building (there was a firehouse right across the street which I passed everyday on the way to work), people exiting the building, and debris and glass falling… and then the first body fell.. We all let out a gasp as a man fell. And then it started. More and more began to fall and we were all in shock. I left back for my office and felt sick to my stomach. After a little while I was about to go back to my manager’s office and there was a loud bang and our building shook… the second plane had struck and there was no doubt this was an act of terrorism.
I gathered my bag, grabbed Pete, a colleague of mine who was on the phone, and told him we had to leave. We walked down the stairs, everyone scared and not knowing what was going to happen next. The streets were packed with so many people, everyone transfixed on both the buildings. I couldn’t stand to look at it much more because every few seconds a body would fall. There were a couple of a-hole frat boy traders on the street who actually as they were looking at people dying, saying. “A War is always good for the economy”. I couldn’t believe it.
Anyway Pete and I decided that it was too much of a hot spot to just stay there, so we decided to leave that area, not knowing if anything else may happen. We walked towards a residential buildings nearby and tried to use the phones there. No cell phones were working then in that area… we managed to make calls from the building lobby and then decided to walk away. I told him he could come over to my place (as he lived in Long Island). We knew that all subway service had been halted so we would have to walk it. We weren’t very far away from the towers because we were going to cross the West Side Highway. There was a clear path between where we stood and the towers were (maybe about one third of a mile)… and the first tower collapsed just as we were looking straight at it. For a moment I was frozen, not believing my eyes, really thinking this was some kind of nightmare... it could not be happening.. and then all I heard was people screaming behind me and running the opposite way.. As it collapsed, a huge plume of smoke started moving towards us. I ran as fast as I could but I knew it would catch me. It finally did. We put our shirts over our mouths for a filter and breathed through there.
We ended up near this restaurant, which had outdoor seating, and we crowded under the umbrellas to escape the smoke. People then took the chairs and broke the glass door of the restaurant and we all went in. Everyone was covered with smoke, coughing, and in disbelief. Pete and I decided to wait for a bit until things cleared up outside. When they did, we went out and saw a Ferry being boarded by many people. We looked at each other and though it was probably best to just get out of the city. When we reached the edge of the dock, they shut the gate and the ferry started to leave. Just then we heard another loud noise, not knowing what it was (the second tower had just collapsed), we jumped from the edge onto the moving ferry and climbed on board. As the ferry went across the river into Jersey, we saw that both of the towers had collapsed. It struck me then that all those fireman and policeman who had ran into the buildings had most likely perished along with countless others who were not able to make it out. News on the ferry began to circulate of other planes as well. We ended up in Jersey, managed to rent a car and drove to one of my friends’ house. Pete than drove back to Long Island and my cousins who live outside the city picked me up from my friend’s house.
I came back to my apartment the next day. I lived next to the 25th street Armory then, and it had been set up as a relief place for families of the victims. The whole area was plastered with photos of missing people, candle vigils every night, and grieving family members. It took a long time for me to get on with life then. I was thankful to God for escaping without any physical harm. So much in my life and the lives of so many changed since then. My heart, my prayers, my thoughts with all those who have been affected.