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I watched from 45th and 5th Ave as the second tower buckled right to the ground as I was on my way home to my pregnant wife and 9 month old daughter. I never seen something come down to the ground that quick. People were crying in the streets, other's were shocked,others were praying, while others were wandering around aimlessly, it was all cereal at the time. The thing about it was that everybody was TOGETHER. No riots, looting, shouting, fighting, nothing. That's where NY gets a bad rap imo.
A great friend worked high up in the North Tower, I went to his house first (on the way home to mine) and waited. He said he saw some papers flying around outside and instinct took over and he got out as quickly as possible leaving his wallet, car keys, he just knew. Thank god he was fine. I went home that night and I lived off first Ave on Upper East at the time, everybody had lit candles as far as the human eye could see. Spontaneous singing of God Bless America which I'll never forget to this day.
Roller-bladed down to Ground Zero the next day to give blood, help out, do anything, something. The amount of soot still was unbearable, I was wearing a bandanna over my face. Nothing was to be done on my end (not even give blood in Chelsea Piers Triage Center) except cheer the convey of military vehicles rolling down the West Side Highway. Proud New Yorkers handing out water, food, whatever to the troops coming into help.
The amount of fireman there on the scene was infinity. Everybody had home made signs out, one was on piece of wood and in red it said, "You just made US stronger." I get chills to this day reading that sign! I'm going to go home tonight and give extra hugs and I love you's to the family.
Ice
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