On the 17 Anniversary of #September11th, 2001. I wanted to share my story.
I was born & raised in Manhattan. When I was young, I loved going to the Twin Towers, they were a magical place for me.
Being 100 stories high and seeing the whole island of Manhattan was amazing.
I was born & raised in Manhattan. When I was young, I loved going to the Twin Towers, they were a magical place for me.
Being 100 stories high and seeing the whole island of Manhattan was amazing.
I was at work. At the time, I was working for NBC and had an office with a TV. I came in that bright, blue-sky crystal clear morning early to catch-up on some work. At 9am someone came running into my office and told me to turn on my Television.
A plane had apparently hit. There was now a roomful of people gathering outside my office debating the type of plane, with most deducing, it must be a small plane. No commercial plane could possibly make such a mistake.
At 9am, we watched multiple televisions, scavenging for any explanation. Within a few minutes we all collectively saw, the second plane hit. We knew it could not have accidentally happened twice. People cried, scared, worried about homes near there, and a few had family in WTC.
Our building was evacuated. I lived on the Upper East Side. And remember walking 40 blocks home that day, through the quiet. My step-father worked across the street from WTC &his cell service was out. My mom & I worried about him, b/c we couldn't reach him after the towers fell.
Fortunately, my step-father turned up a few hours later, and called from a phone booth that he was all right. For many thousands, that would not be so. The week that followed was the quietest & saddest week I ever remember in Manhattan. Still pains me to this day.#NeverForget🕊️
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