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Well, another year has gone by, it's been 8 years. I've told my story before on lj about where I was on that day. It's something that is pretty much burned into your mind for the rest of your life. It's so different to say you watched it on tv, but when you were there and saw it, it's a whole different experience. I am lucky that was all that happened, I was just a witness to the event. All of my family members who were there, survived: my cousin, who normally works in the WTC miraculously had an uptown meeting that morning and then my cousin, a NY firefighter, and my dad, at the time a police officer, both went there to help people when it first happened. I remember I begged my dad not to go, I was so scared something else could happen and he might get hurt, but he said it was his duty to help people and so he went. We all were physically unaffected by the tragedy, though mentally I know the anniversary hits me hard every year, some harder than others.
It really makes you realize how lucky you are and I am so grateful that my family is okay. I don't think I ever prayed so hard when I thought my cousin may have been in there and she tells me she thinks God and my great grandmother saved her that day. If it weren't for that Uptown meeting, who knows what would have happened.
As for me, I was able to get out of Manhattan on an afternoon train, the last train allowed to leave NY that day. I stayed home for about 3 days from school and then went back and tried to move on. 8 years later, I can still remember every detail of the day and all I can say is, "you'll always be in my heart."
It really makes you realize how lucky you are and I am so grateful that my family is okay. I don't think I ever prayed so hard when I thought my cousin may have been in there and she tells me she thinks God and my great grandmother saved her that day. If it weren't for that Uptown meeting, who knows what would have happened.
As for me, I was able to get out of Manhattan on an afternoon train, the last train allowed to leave NY that day. I stayed home for about 3 days from school and then went back and tried to move on. 8 years later, I can still remember every detail of the day and all I can say is, "you'll always be in my heart."