I was just on the phone with a client when all of the sudden I heard a huge a bang. I was very very confused. But I knew that I had to get everyone on the first and second floor.
I went and got everyone on the first floor out. They were all terrified. I was scared as well, but I had to stay strong for them. Now I am on my way to get people off of the second floor.
I went to get everyone off of the first and second floor. They were all petrified. There was one person that was in a wheelchair, so they were scooting down the stairs. We are about to leave the building now. And we are starting to hear bangs and the roof is breaking. I smell smoke. Run!
"I am so nervous! We need to get out now!"
" I agree! We have to get out, and quick!"
We all got out from the 1st and second floor, and there were only some minor injuries. So when I went outside, people were screaming , running , and crying. I saw this man standing there so I asked him what happened to the twin towers.
"There were two planes that crashed into the twin towers! We don't know if it was on purpose though!"
" What happened?"
I got home safely. I was traumatized. It made me really grateful for what I had. My whole family was safe and secure in my arms. I was glad that I stayed strong and courageous. I will never forget 9-11.