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9/12

Bruce Levine

My wife never got over watching the second tower of the World Trade Center crumble to the ground from our apartment on the twenty-first floor on West 43rd Street in Manhattan. Nor did she ever get over the loss of her friends in Ladder Company No. 1 down the block.

We’d been awakened by our friend calling to tell us that a plane had crashed into one of the buildings at the World Trade Center. Having been born and lived most of our lives in Manhattan, we’d heard stories of small planes crashing into buildings before. Even the Empire State Building hadn’t been immune. So we went back to sleep.

A few minutes later the phone rang again.

After that we were up and at the window. Then out on our terrace, watching.

You could smell the smoke. I still have pictures of the smoke rising toward Heaven.

And September 12th…

On the 12th I had to be in Times Square for some reason. The pall spread from there across midtown. It was like a scene in an early science fiction movie – The Day the Earth Stood Still or something like that.

Times Square, known for its crowds of tourists and theater-goes and New Yorkers racing in every direction was practically deserted. I don’t think I saw more than three other people. Even the sun didn’t seem to be shining. Just a gray, empty sky. Devoid of life. Devoid of hope.

But then, as I walked west, toward home, the sun suddenly revealed itself. By the time I reached 8th Avenue it was in full bloom again, shining brightly, as if to tell me that there was hope.

In the subsequent days, each time we walked past the firehouse and saw the purple bunting draped across the garage bay we relived September 11th all over again.

And, later on, we watched as blue lights commemorated where the World Trade Center had been.

Now, after all this time, we will never forget watching the tower collapse or the eeriness of Times Square the day after.

9/11 will always live in our memory.

And so will 9/12´s shining sun - as a reminder of a future of hope.