Just the evening before my wife and I put towels over our 1 year old twins faces so they would not inhale the debris when we had to take them home. I figured out in the morning that that dust was not regular construction dust. It was pulverized walls, office supplies, copy machines, and people.
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These were the men who would have run to my house to save my life in necessary. Their rig was also destroyed.
Then I walked the handful of blocks down to Methodist Hospital. The streets where empty. Like Christmas morning empty, but Santa had nothing to do with this.
The blood donation room had tables and beds out into the hallway. But they were all empty. They told me "There is no blood shortage, there are very few injured." I overheard other medical staff talking about how they went into some super high level medical alert mode the day before. They were prepared to do triage in the ER loading dock, but nobody came.
I gave a pint anyway. The women ahead of me broke into tears because she could not produce her ID. He words echo in my mind "You don't understand, I left my purse in my desk, I can't go back and get it, a giant building fell on it."
A few weeks later I got a form letter in the mail from Methodist Hospital. They felt obligated to tell me that my cholesterol was on the high side. But I learned that stress can cause a spike in your cholesterol numbers.
You have just read about the previous 24 hours. They were stressful. So I went to see my regular doctor tried to relax. I took a quick blood test and the doctor told me I was fine. Under my breath I muttered that I don't think I will ever be fine. It has been 12 years and I am working on it.
OK, big breath. Here is what Neil DeGrasse Tyson wrote on Sept 12 , 2001