7 months have past and I still cry, I still have the anger. I will NEVER let it go.
Someone tried to kill me on September 11th. Someone tried to kill me smashing a god damn plane into my building. I was sitting at my desk, reading my emails and I heard the most horrific noise in the world. The sound of an plane flying overhead like by the airport only 100 times magnified. So much paper, yet so quiet. Approximately 5 minutes later we started down the 69 flights of stairs. We made it down to the 45th floor when the plane slammed into our building. I knew what it was and I knew who did it. Never in my mind would I imagine it happening to me.
I cry not for me but what I saw. Never did I think I would see pools of blood and body parts. A leg attached to an American Airline seat. People jumping holding hands, a business man who doesn’t really like his job as he holds onto the side of tower 1 for dear life. That’s why I hold my anger and that’s why I will die with it.