It was the picture perfect day. I got off the express bus from queens at about 9:00am at 34th and 5th ave. I heard a lot of sirens but dismissed it as most NYers did untill that day. I took the train downtown to Canal street and when i got off the train and made the turn onto Centre street I saw what appeared to be a Very Strange looking Rain Cloud. It was approx 9:10am. I also noticed people crying and a more people than normal on the street walking North. It was then i realized that was no raincloud, but I thought there was a fire in NJ across the river. Then as I approached my office, I heard people saying that “both towers got hit”. I was totally confused. It wasn’t until a coworker of mine told me what had happened that my knees got weak, and I ran upstairs to start calling and emailing my family to let them know I was OK. We went to the 9th floor of my building because that is where the TV’s are and we saw the towers burning. I walked over to the windows and saw the North tower with the huge hole where the plane had hit and the smoke bellowing out. I couldnt see the soutgh tower from the angle that I was at, but i did see the plume of debnris fly up when it collapsed and all my coworkers started to gasp and scream. It was at that point that me and my friend Glenn decided to leave downtown. we started to walk along Broadway. The only way I know how to describe it is it was like the Jews leaving Egypt. Just thousands of people CALMLY walking north. After I made it to my father in laws office on 56th & Madison and then relaized what was happening is when it all hit me. I was truly proud to be a New Yorker on that day. People in this city are known as nasty cold mean people. That day NYers came togeteher as if we were one.