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Linda
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At work - 7 WTC -
New York, USA Monday, January 14, 2002
I was at my desk at 7 WTC, drinking coffee and complaining it was too light (funny how little things like that used to seem important). All of a sudden, I heard a very loud explosion. Debris was flying past our windows, and we knew we had to get out of there (as we were there in 1993, thought it was another bomb). We ran down the stairs to the lobby, but they had locked all the front doors because of debris and bodies falling all over. While we crowded into the lobby waiting for building security to let us out, the second plane came crashing into the other tower. Now we knew it was no accident. All I could think of is if those towers fall, we'll be right underneath. They let us out of a back door, and we ran down the West Side Highway. We looked up at the towers to see fire and smoke, and then people started jumping down. Everyone was screaming, and sirens were everywhere. I thought of my brother, a NYC fireman, and wondered where he was. We started to hear a rumbling, getting louder and louder, as if some huge thing was chasing us. We couldn't see what was going on because of the smoke and dust. We went over to the high school and tried to make phone calls, but couldn't get through. Then a policeman came in and told us to get out because the second tower was ready to come down. Well, then we really panicked, because we didn't even know the first one had gone down because of all the smoke. We just started running north, and every now and then looked back to see what direction the tower was going to fall. The loud rumbling again, now we realized what this sound was the first time, and watched in horror as the giant caved in on itself, throwing debris all over the place. After walking for what seemed hours, we got to a safe place, and it was amazing how most people were kind of in a daze. I thought about my son, and I knew he would be worried sick by now. I finally got home hours later. My son who is 24, just broke down and cried when I came in. I found out later that my brother (the fireman) was off that day. (thank God) but he was worried about me, and drove into the city. He lost ten good friends from his firehouse. I can't believe this happened. I still think I am going to wake up from a dream. I worked at the WTC for 12 1/2 years, and I miss it very much. The fountain in the plaza, with benches and concerts in the summer, the concourse with all it's stores downstairs, I can picture it so perfectly in my mind. And I can't help but think about all those people who died. How many times I must have seen them in the crowd, happy and alive, and singing along with whatever band was out there. I miss them all. God bless us. This should never, ever happen again. And I want to thank all of you in other states and countries for all your care and support. It truly helps to know how others are keeping us in their thoughts and prayers. I don't object to anyone coming down to view "ground zero". As long as it is done with respect. The WTC was always an attraction, so people should be able to see it now, the way it is, also. Thank you for coming here, keep visiting, keep praying, keep us in your hearts. We need you.
Monday, January 14, 2002
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