Thursday, September 13, 2001

September 11: The Aftermath

To me, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center symbolized the greatness of New York City and defined the beauty of our New York skyline.  And now, from my bedroom window, looking at that void where they used to be just reminds me how precious and delicate life is, and how things we hold dear can be taken away in a flash, a moment.

An Eerie Sight: The new New York City skyline, with the World Trade Center replaced with a plume of smoke, that has been blowing for 48 hours now.
Right after witnessing the horrific sight of the Twin Towers collapse, on television and in real-life from my office window, the few of us who actually made it to work Tuesday morning had to find a way to get home.  We were shaken, some of us crying.  Our hearts went out to those whose lives were lost, and to those families whose lives were forever affected.  All the more reason for us to want to get home, to be with our loved ones and to be safe.

The subways had been closed for security reasons, so a handful of us Brooklynites joined the thousands who were trekking over the Manhattan Bridge, by foot.  On the way, I met a woman with a baby, who had seen a man leap to his death from Tower One that morning.  I shook my head in disbelief, then turned around to see the World Trade Center... gone. Later, I observed another woman offering water to an elderly man who was also forced to cross the bridge.  This City may have a rep of being tough, but today was just a reminder that New Yorkers really do look out for each other.  (For instance, lines to donate blood already reached around the block that afternoon!)

Despite walking in the midday sun, the mood for the most part was calm and somber (except for the ghetto trash who were "psyched to be going home early" -- God, I hate stupid people).  I reached Henry's apartment around 2:30, where we watched the events of the day unfold.  We were silent for the most part, still getting over the shock and disbelief of what had happened that morning.  More and more e-mails trickled in, wondering how I was. At 4 PM, David got home, and I went over to his place, where we watched the coverage all night.  (Henry joined Julia and Alex over at Ken's. Heather's okay too, and Derek was in L.A. for business.)


Mayor Rudy Giuliani requested that all businesses below 14th Street be closed, to aid in the Search-and-Rescue efforts.  So I have been working from home since Tuesday afternoon.  Keeping those downtown streets clear has been integral in expediting the clearing of debris, in which fourteen people have been rescued so far.

David went back to work this morning, but there was just a bomb scare on Grand Central Station, next door to where he works.  He's on his way home now.  Pray for all of us here in New York, that this terrorism and living in fear will end.

I hope you all do your part in helping out. This is so much more than being a New York problem, or an American problem -- it's about being human.  To put things into perspective, more people were killed on Tuesday, than by the attack on Pearl Harbor AND the sinking of the Titanic COMBINED. Please send a donation to (or do whatever you can for your local chapter of) the Red Cross.

God bless,

P.S. Two hours later. I just received my copy of Time Out New York in the mail today. (It's a weekly lifestyle magazine, that offers a comprehensive list of goings-on here in the City.)  It evidently went to press before Tuesday's attack., and I'm getting the "eerie, surreal" feeling again.  It is just so unnerving to see all the listings for events at the World Trade Center.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

The World Trade Center: Attacked?

I can see the smoke from my office window. My heart broke while I gazed in awe at the early effects of the impact on the World Trade Center. I was coming over the Manhattan Bridge on the Q train (subway).

It may be "cool" to witness something like this in the movies, but now, after seeing it in real life and hearing of the attack on the Pentagon, I am frightened for my well-being. And I pray for the families of the people whose lives were lost, and I hope that we as Americans can triumph over these tragedies that are occurring, as I write this.

I want to thank my friends and "fans" for all of your emails of concern. I'm okay. David's okay. Remember, life is precious. Tell someone TODAY that you love them.

Oh my God... I have to go. I'll write more soon. The second Tower just fell down. God bless us all.