World Trade Center Ground Zero

It was like watching a movie. I had turned the TV on to witness the most horrific

scene. I was watching a jet aircraft head straight into the second tower of

the World Trade Center, exploding on contact. What once were the homes to thousands

of office dwellers, in less than a New York minute, vanished into thin air.

The unimaginable, the unthinkable, has happened. What was worse, that at that

moment I realized, what I was seeing wasn’t a movie, it was real! It was

not half way around the world, in some remote country someplace, it was right

here New York City, USA. I would never of imagined or could envision, a tragedy,

with epic proportions to take place. Its mass destructive, magnitudes are mind-boggling,

This certainly wasn’t a Hollywood script. It was as real as it gets. The

images, the people, were real. There were no actors here. Real People running

in terror in the streets, covered in soot and debris, and thick acrid smoke.

They ran for their lives not knowing what they would face next. It was all real

and surreal, eerie. No script would come close. That’s when the reality

sank in and I became emotionally distraught and b

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