Has it been 6 years since the fateful day when the planes crashed into the twin towers. As a former resident of NYC, I salute all of the survivors of that day.
I really don't like to think about that day. I just don't want to find out of who might have been in the building or the area when it happened. If I find out who was that means that there is only one degree of separation behind me and that people.
Actually, it was a miracle. All the stories I heard of about that day were just miraculous. My friend Fernie and Kaori were working in UN Building so they were spared. Mark was stuck Long Island. My cousins, Yonnie and Marilou, have retired and no longer commuted into city via the PATH. Dorothy;s husband, whom I really don't know, decided to take the ferry into the city instead of the PATH. My former brother-in-law was suppose to be at the Pentagon that morning but took another flight to DC and totally missed the whole situation. Most of all, I saw Tim on TV, in the fres, so to speak.
After that kind of miracles from such a horrendous event, I didn't look any deeper. I was sure that if I dig deep I would find someone affect by the tragic event and then it would have a profound effect on me.
At any rate, I am bidding adieu and hasta manna.
Sincerely,
Ms. Mak
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