You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news on September 11, 2001. Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say “Good-Bye.” I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, “Honey, I am not going to make it, but it’s O.K. I am ready to go.” I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to her children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn’t coming home that night.
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