I was there...I saw it all first hand...there are no words to describe the horror. The smoldering... I saw EVERY DAY for 3 months every day I took the train from Brooklyn to Mahattan.
It was so hard for me especially, because I tried to start a new life. I was recently separated after a 9 year marriage.
I put my kids on the bus to school on Sept 4th 2001, and moved in with a friend in NYC(Brooklyn), I was a model, and it was "fashion week."
Everything went to shit. I had an agency that owed me 50k that closed their doors, and shut off phones. The January after.
Now I had moved to NYC, and was fucked(sorry mom). After some bar tendingi jobs...and knowing that I could not do that anymore(some patron would leave with a wine key in their eye)..I turned to sales.I did well....I think that is it for today.
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The thing that bugs me most about 9/11 is how the survivors were considered heros. My first thought is, well gosh, they made it out of a burning building, how does that qualify them as heros? But then I realized, it's actually worse than that. To get out, they must have had to ignore everyone else along the way that needed help. People were in shock in that building, probably some standing on the stairs. If you made it out in time, you probably pushed and shoved people out of the way, punched people that wouldn't respond to anything else. These people are probably more like jerks, and for being really super selfish, they are labeled heros. What's up with that?
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