The only positive thing that came out of 9/11 for me was that it was the day I officially became a New Yorker. I was there that morning, working right across the street in World Financial Center 2, and I saw the events unfold. I stood 50 feet away and looked up the burning towers, watched debris fly around, watched as desperate people jumped to their deaths to avoid the fire. I saw things I never would have expected even in my worst nightmares. And, like thousands of other people, I fled the city that morning and hid out in New Jersey with friends until things settled down a little. I took the last ferry to Hoboken just before the towers fell. I left that morning, but I came back.
Seven years later, I’m still here. I love this city.
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