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I was sitting there, doing the usual that I did at work at the World Media Center, the Twin Towers, when I felt a wave of termoil brush around on everyones sleve. I remember rushing to the window, looking at the building across from us, and seeing only clouds of debris. It didn't feel real, all that was happening. I remeber seeing the ohter interns crying, praying. I, myself, just sat back down, and felt the second and third wave pass almost in a daze.

I remember hearing shouting, lots of chaos, and bodies. Oh, the bodies. Hear them crash through the windows, falling away from the fires, and landing. I remember reading somewhere that when falling to your death, you die of a heart attack before even making contact with the pavement. I had always thought this, if you haven't even done the deed, how can you know?

I remember thinking of the family I was leaving behind, of my daughter, my son, my spouse, my brothers and sisters, my parents, everyone. I remember thinking that it would be okay, but when the other tower crumbled, so did my resolve. I sat there with the others, far from the fires, with no way down, and no way out. Sitting, waiting, knowing. Most people think its a blessing to know when your going to die in advance, but the knowledge that you can't change your own fate it excrutiating. I felt my sanity crumbling as my co workers, my bosses, my friends all prayed, died and called their famlies. I remember crying, but I can always never forget what happened after.

The foundations were begining to groan, I was shouting. I don't remember why, but I remember not wanting to die because of suffocation under all the debris and bodies of friends. I walked over to the window, seeing others swoop passed, some blazing, some crying, some shouting, other silent. I gazed up, and hoped that God would forgive my cowardiss at this desition, and took the final step out of the building, leaving chaos behind.

Having that small time to myself was better that having no time at all.

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I was sitting there, doing the usual that I did at work at the World Media Center, the Twin Towers, when I felt a wave of termoil brush around on everyones sleve. I remember rushing to the window, looking at the building across from us, and seeing only clouds of debris. It didn't feel real, all that was happening. I remeber seeing the ohter interns crying, praying. I, myself, just sat back down, and felt the second and third wave pass almost in a daze.

I remember hearing shouting, lots of chaos, and bodies. Oh, the bodies. Hear them crash through the windows, falling away from the fires, and landing. I remember reading somewhere that when falling to your death, you die of a heart attack before even making contact with the pavement. I had always thought this, if you haven't even done the deed, how can you know?

I remember thinking of the family I was leaving behind, of my daughter, my son, my spouse, my brothers and sisters, my parents, everyone. I remember thinking that it would be okay, but when the other tower crumbled, so did my resolve. I sat there with the others, far from the fires, with no way down, and no way out. Sitting, waiting, knowing. Most people think its a blessing to know when your going to die in advance, but the knowledge that you can't change your own fate it excrutiating. I felt my sanity crumbling as my co workers, my bosses, my friends all prayed, died and called their famlies. I remember crying, but I can always never forget what happened after.

The foundations were begining to groan, I was shouting. I don't remember why, but I remember not wanting to die because of suffocation under all the debris and bodies of friends. I walked over to the window, seeing others swoop passed, some blazing, some crying, some shouting, other silent. I gazed up, and hoped that God would forgive my cowardiss at this desition, and took the final step out of the building, leaving chaos behind.

Having that small time to myself was better that having no time at all.