23 years ago I worked for Cantor Fitzgerald at one world trade center, on the 101st floor. My office window faced North. On a clear night you could see the lights of Yankee stadium. We were so high, looking westward, you could see the curve of the earth. There were days when the rain clouds were actually below you. We were so high you could actually feel and see the building as it swayed, up to 6 inches each way on windy days.
22 years ago I watched from the 48th floor of my new job in midtown Manhattan as the North tower burned. I saw the 2nd plane crash into the south tower and I watched as both buildings fell. I lost dozens of coworkers and friends in an instant that day.
Not a day goes by that I don’t give thanks to the Lord for sparing me. I have tried to value each day of life I have, and to be a blessing to others
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