September 11 Digital Archive: XML Document
Story:One Voice, One World
Smoke fills the Manhattan sky
as people look in disbelief and shock.
As we make our way to the stairs
the intensity from the heat is unbearable.
Screams of help echo through my ears
I want to help them.
I stumble my way to voices of distress.
My friend grabs my hand,
?You need to get out, save yourself?.
I see the light at the doorway
I step out and think,
?I will not die today?.
The grayish-white dust surrounds me,
people running for their life
buildings collapsing like play cards,
Manhattan is dressed in white sheets.
How could this ever happen?
September 11, 2002