New Yorkers
Do you know what America was like before this tragic accident? America was where we could live a carefree lifestyle; the busy streets, the New Yorker rushing to get work, the consistent roadworks that caused a long line of traffic. But now, waking up every morning reminiscing on the things we usually do everyday of the week. Where we traveled back and forth to different countries without worrying about any form of terrorist threats. We were able to do and commit to multiple of events and other scenarios, that we saw as a norm to everyday society. September 11th 2001 is where everything changed. The mixed emotions of fear, ostracism, guilt, pity and sorrow amongst the New Yorkers woven together. Has life rapidly come to an end? Is this the trigger of another World War? The suspense of being the next victim of this aggressive act. My T-shirt soaked like a wet sponge, the urge to find something to lethargically fan myself hoping to find the emotion of relief and safety. The air was so thick with moisture and humidity this caused the thought of is this reality?
The name is Daniel Lewis and I work at the trade centre in New York City, : waking up every morning committed to the same routine. That “Goodbye, see later for dinner” kiss to my wife and kids, the long humid journey in the car , the “Are you ready for hard work?” greeting from the Mr Magar and the constant demands being flung across. But today wasn’t a normal day, the strain to get up and travel to work. The feeling of sorrow and anger at the world. Due to the masculine role I play in my household, I have to wear a facade. I am the backbone of this family so I have to be strong. But, New York today there is something wrong. Truely tired of this dull routine, the loss of time, in shock I am awaken to a bright ray of sunshine. The struggle to read my alarm clock on my brown wooden dresser,. Where my broken dreams and thoughts are left under pressure. Reality has hit it is 8:35am! Now frustrated because work has already started, I barely have time to get dressed. The struggle to put on my T-shirt and eat, but managed to leave my house despite being distressed.
In the car and I am on my way to work and I am stuck in a long ray of traffic, I received a phone call, instantly I knew it was my boss, giving me no chance to explain myself he shouted “Where are you?” He sounded really cross. Suddenly the line gets cut off, my first instinct was that the connection was down. But all of sudden, grey smoke appears and causes many New Yorkers to frown. Seconds later, many started to realise it was coming the north trade centre. Instantly, concern grew for my family especially for my sister and remembered her work shift does not start until 12pm which was confirmed by her Mister. I witnessed many residents running towards me screaming and shouting “DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!!”
But wait, Bryan my best friend was supposed to meet me this morning in my office. As I begin to pray chanting “Please make sure Bryan forgot about our meeting, PROMISE, PROMISE, PROMISE!!” I start running towards the North Tower, whilst everyone his crying and running. I flee as fast as I could like a Cheater. My heart felt like it is beating at 100mph and my veins poking out my forehead. I step into the building and people are already being evacuated, I haven’t yet seen my best friend as a begin to push through the crowd. Sirens and New Yorkers yells became extremely loud. However, I noticed a tall, brunette and slim New Yorker, who started to scream at one of the policemen “My best friend Daniel, he is in there, I need to find him now!” My veins becoming more relaxed as I sprint toward this New Yorker. The New Yorker turns around, It is Bryan. My shoulder drops as a sign of relief, but it was Bryan I could not believe my eyes. As I thank God for my broken dreams and thoughts lasting longer than usual, Bryan says “I was late because I saw James on his way to school, who told me you were still sleeping.” Thank God for my little son James, or my soul and heart would have been bleeding.

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