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2002-09-12

Today is Sept. 11, 2002. How does a year pass by so fast; a blur of fear, grief and anger. I woke up one year ago today after my phone rang for the 50th time. I was working late the night before and was attempting to catch up on some sleep. I was in no mood for phone chat even though I had many messages. I sat at my kitchen table and started eating a bowl of cereal when my roomate walked in looking very pale. He explained that the world trade center was in flames. I live about 15 blocks from the brooklyn bridge so I stepped outside to see what was going on. My block was bumper to bumper traffic and a fog of smoke was creeping in. As the day grew older, the smoke thickened. The wind just happened to be pointed at my area that day. The smell was true horror. I got on my friends roof and filmed downtown so that when I have children, they will see more then a blurb in a history book. My father worked at the wtc when I was younger. He has been a bond trader on wall st. for 30 years. He lost over 100 friends that day. Some he worked with 30 years ago, others more recently. The hell this has caused so many is terrible. Hopefuly those that lost loved ones can heal in time.