9/11's 10th anniversary is almost upon us. Even though it may be ten years since that tragic day, the memories are still fresh in the minds of millions around the world.
On 9/11 I was in 3rd grade. We were all sitting in class and a couple minutes after the pledge of allegiance, the announcements called all of the teachers in to the halls. They teachers all ran out of the room in a hurry and came back with so much panic and sorrow, none of the kids knew what's was so terrible. My teacher had come up to me and asked me about my father. My father was the Chief Operating Engineer at the WTC. He was in charge of the heating, cooling, plumbing, and maintenance of all electrical systems. He went to work that morning, as usual, on the top floor of WTC7, one of the towers that had fallen. My teacher had remembered my father worked in the towers and made sure the rest of the day I was safe and comfortable. It wasn't until after school care that I found out about the incident.
My mom had come to pick me up early from day care. She ran to me while I was playing the sand box. She told me what had happened and we cried together. We got home, watched the news and tried getting into contact with my dad. No luck. We had thought he passed away. Knowing his office was on the roof solidified our thoughts. At 4 AM the morning after, my father comes walking through our front door, clothes and face ashen, and the most loving smile in the world. He survived.
We found out later on that he had been in his building when the first plane hit. It was his job to turn everything off in the building. If he hadn't, and continued to descend without doing so, the buildings would've exploded instead of collapsing. On his very risky way down, he saved a man lying on the staircase, going through a diabetic coma. Picked him up and carried him down 52 flights.
My father was a hero and I thank God he's alive.
What are your memories of 9/11? Never forget.