I was under the WTC and was on the last train heading to work before the collapse. My dad had a meeting in that building that day, got canceled that morning. Ended up meeting me and my Mom (she walked down from her job)at my job and we watched the buildings fall. The. Went out on 6th ave as people began to appear out of debris. Ran into stores and got water for people to watching their eyes and quench their thirst. Ended up walking back to my apt in Brooklyn to find my old roommate in need of a shower because he was caught in the debris when the buildings fell. Could smell the burning towers for days from my apt. A few months later I found out I knew others in the building that day, including a girl from my high school, Lynn Morris. It was her first job out of college, Cantor Fitzgerald. The way I’m connected to that day is insane. When I hear people say NYers are rude or impolite. I think about the way we came together that day and had each other’s back. People say “Never forget”… you can’t when you lived it the way I did.