Like Shore's father, my dad too was in NYC during the morning of September 11th, 2001. He was on a business trip in New York trying to work out negotiations with a new big time client (at the time, he was a stock broker). He was only about 2 blocks away from the tower when the first plane hit. He looked up only after hearing the impact of the plane hitting the building. A buddy of his was working in a small building just by the tower, so my dad ended up running down the street to his friend's location. He ran all the way up to the top floor of the building where there was a hole in the wall lit ablaze and sustained by jet fuel.
My dad found the CEO of his friend's firm knocked unconscious at his desk. After checking for a pulse, he knew the man was dead. On the desk, he had found a written proposal, now stained with jet fuel and blood. With a second glance my dad noticed the shard of glass that had penetrated the man's left chest (probably through the left lung or heart). My dad took the piece of paper into his shirt pocket and ran out of the building.
After that he evacuated the city like most of the city's population that day. He had to walk all the way to a bus station past the Brooklyn Bridge before he could finally get a ride to my Grandpa's apartment in Long Beach. It took him 12 hours to get to a safe location without any phone service, food, or water to keep him going. My family was worried sick until he finally called the house from my Grandpa's to tell us that he was ok.
To this day, he keeps that small peace of paper as a reminder of how fortunate he is to live another day and have his loved ones with him. I feel the same way.
To all of those who know of victims to this terrible tragedy 12 years ago, my prayers go out to them. While today is a day of mourning and sorrow, it is also a day we can never forget. If we forget, it may happen again, and we can never let such a horrible event repeat itself.
Stay strong today HaloCustoms. Stay strong.