You are a worker on the 106th floor of the World Trade Center. You love your job. It’s prestigious to say that you work in the Trade Center. The whole world seems to envy you. Everything in your office is high tech. The view of New York is breath- taking. High building-high wages. You love life with a passion. Everyone in your office is of the same mind. You all want to make money. You discovered early in life that money is the key to open almost any door. It promises a secure future. Each person in the place of work is of the same mind; everyone that is, except one geek. You don’t know why he is even part of the staff. It’s rumored that the only reason he has a job is because he is the son of the building’s architect. What a joke! He is so deluded that he thinks his daddy designed the World Trade Center. You really don’t like him. He’s a walking wet blanket. He never laughs at adult jokes or looks at lusty pictures. The guy is a dork. His idea of fun is to study books on architecture. He has as much in common with the rest of the staff as a pig has with a porcupine. No, you don’t like him at all.
It’s September 11, 2001 just after 8:40a.m. What’s-his-face is sitting in his office as usual. Surprise! He’s studying building structure. The rest of the staff is standing around the coffee machine. Once again, the geek is the subject of an office joke. Suddenly, there is a very loud roar of a plane’s engine. It is so close. Too close! You swing around to see a sight that horrifies you. A huge passenger jet is heading for your building! Within an instant there is a sickening explosion and a massive thud that knocks you off your terrified feet. The plane hits somewhere below the 102nd floor. In an instant there is unbelievable heat. Black smoke fills the room. Smoke so thick you cannot see an inch in front of you! Panic grips your heart. You are going to die! Images of your loved ones flash into your mind. People are screaming in terror. Double-glazed “unbreakable” windows have burst out on one side of the office allowing a breeze to clear the smoke for a second. You see a sight that utterly horrifies you. People are on fire. Others are leaping out of the windows to their deaths.
