Venom Power
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I Remember Because I Was There..
I was working on my engineering degree at the time and was in my Philosophy class at NYIT at the 59th street and Columbus Circle location in Manhattan NY when the first plane hit. That was the most scariest day in NY for me. By the time I made my decision to NOT head further downtown to see the calamity like everyone else it was thought to have just been a terrible accident. I immediately drove to the 59th street bridge to get off the island. As I was crossing the bridge the second plane hit and so was the Pentagon. I made it into Queens just in time before all hell broke loose further than before. I got some really great pictures from the roof of my aunt's job in Queens as both towers were engulfed in smoke until it seemed all of lower Manhattan was on fire. My cousin was an EMT at the time and of course he was called in for assistance that day as was every public servant in the tri state area. When he got home the next morning he was crying his eyes out. His duty was mainly to collect body parts to be stored in the gymnasium at Styveson Hugh School close by. I managed to talk with him and calm him down. I was able to visit ground zero the next night with him after it happened. I will never forget the red splotches on the surrounding concrete that were once living people who had no choice but to plunge to their deaths in order to escape the scorching fires from burning jet fuel. 9/11 will forever be etched in my mind. Being originally from NY it hit me hard. Now to me NY looks like... Cincinnatti.
I was working on my engineering degree at the time and was in my Philosophy class at NYIT at the 59th street and Columbus Circle location in Manhattan NY when the first plane hit. That was the most scariest day in NY for me. By the time I made my decision to NOT head further downtown to see the calamity like everyone else it was thought to have just been a terrible accident. I immediately drove to the 59th street bridge to get off the island. As I was crossing the bridge the second plane hit and so was the Pentagon. I made it into Queens just in time before all hell broke loose further than before. I got some really great pictures from the roof of my aunt's job in Queens as both towers were engulfed in smoke until it seemed all of lower Manhattan was on fire. My cousin was an EMT at the time and of course he was called in for assistance that day as was every public servant in the tri state area. When he got home the next morning he was crying his eyes out. His duty was mainly to collect body parts to be stored in the gymnasium at Styveson Hugh School close by. I managed to talk with him and calm him down. I was able to visit ground zero the next night with him after it happened. I will never forget the red splotches on the surrounding concrete that were once living people who had no choice but to plunge to their deaths in order to escape the scorching fires from burning jet fuel. 9/11 will forever be etched in my mind. Being originally from NY it hit me hard. Now to me NY looks like... Cincinnatti.
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