2 years ago today…a rain of fire and ashes came down on me as my friend and i frantically walked midtown to find a way out of manhattan.
2 years ago today, i stood in time square…taking a moment to marvel at the fact there were no cars, no buses, no vehicles of any sort…only pedestrians…each running from something they feared and yet was uncertain about…
2 years ago today i looked up the eerily empty streets of the busiest city in the united states and wondered…why.
2 years ago today, i looked down 5th avenue, along with thousands of other people, all stopped and watched as 2 mighty buildings burned and crashed into oblivion.
2 years ago today, i travelled safely out of manhattan and headed straight for a blood bank to give what i can…little did i know then there would be very little need for that help…
2 years ago today, i mourned the death of all those who perished in the flames, sympathized with those who were left behind…and yet, i felt no anger but that towards our own leader for the stupidity of his actions and his words in the days that followed the tragedy.
2 years ago today i thanked all deities that i was still alive and enjoying this earth while so many others were gone in an instant…
2 years ago today, i witnessed an even that will forever be etched in my mind…
2 years ago today, i will never forget.