| She Was On The 92nd Floor |
| World Trade Center |
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by Josh Gilbert
All of us who were in Manhattan on September 11th have our own harrowing,
freakish and scary stories to tell, but of all the stories I heard directly
that day, my neighbor Jennifer's story takes the cake:
Jennifer was on the 92nd floor of 2 World Trade Center on Tuesday morning. She looked out her window and saw a plane flying low and directly toward the
building.
"That plane is flying too low," she said.
No one seemed to notice.
"That plane is flying too low," she repeated, adding, "And it's flying right
at us."
people started paying attention and watched in mounting horror as the
American eagle plane flew close enough to their building for them to read the
letters on the side of the plane. Suddenly, at the last moment, it veered and
smashed into the tower next to them.
They heard a loud, thundering explosion and heard the whoosh of air sucked in
by the vacuum. Smoke and flames shot out all around them outside their
windows. Chaos ensued. People started screaming and running toward the
stairwell.
Jennifer joined the rush to safety, making it down to the 52nd floor when, as she put it,
"Some jackass started yelling up at us through a bullhorn saying:
'This tower has been secured. You are in America. Return to your offices!'"
People stopped briefly to process the message. It made no sense, but then
what did? They'd just seen a commercial jet fly into the world trade center
after almost crashing straight into their office. Jennifer and her colleague
wondered briefly if they should heed the advice of the bullhorn wielding
moron when the second plane struck their building. A gigantic blast of hot
air shot up the stairwell with the vacuum created by the blast and the chaos
returned in a hellish instant. They turned around and ran up the steps to the
55th floor, which allowed floor access, and ran across a hallway on that
floor to a stairwell on the other side of the building where they managed to
climb down to safety. Once on the street, they ran screaming through the
smoke and falling debris to the Brooklyn Bridge, where they stopped and
turned around in time to see their tower collapse.
"We started screaming again and running North and didn't stop screaming or
running until we got home."
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