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September 11th (standard:non fiction, 2301 words) | |||
Author: PeachiePie | Added: Jan 19 2003 | Views/Reads: 3315/2328 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A story of two young lives trapped in one of the twin towers on Sept 11th. This is a true story but I will call them Joe and Aleshia. They were directly under the floor where the plane hit but I will put them on the 94th floor. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story come from”? I said, “The 94th”. He said, “You must be exhausted, you have came 50 floors, let me carry your friend for a while”? When she heard him say this, she clutched me tighter and begins to cry. I said, “Thank you Sir but I promised her I would get her out and I am going to do it. The Fireman asked, “Son, how much do you weigh”? I said, “180 lbs.”. He said, “You are packing over100 lbs., Now I will make both of you a promise. I am going to lead you down to the street. If I have to I will pack you both out. Keep your face covered lady and son follow me”. Soon we made it to the street and the Fireman pointed down the street and said “Keep going that direction and don't turn back. You will find a ambulance down that way and they will take care of your burns”. I asked the Fireman, “Where are you going”? He said, “Back toward the 94th floor”. I begged him not to go but he said, “The people up there need help”. He said, “Go and take care of your friend. Watch your step, there is glass & soot ankle deep in the street”. I didn't put the young girl down. It was all we could do was breath. I just told her to keep my shirt over your mouth; I will have to carry you because you can't walk in this mess. Than a man approached us and said, “Hurry, these buildings are coming down, everyone is got to clear out of here”. I said, “Come with us”? He said, “No! You take your friend, I have to stay”. Finally police officer stopped us and said. “Son I have to get you in one of these Ambulances, you have second and third degree burns on your hands and face”. He stopped one and the driver said, “I have room for only one. The officer tried to pull the girl from my arms but she wouldn't let go. I told her you must let go and get in this ambulance”. She let go and the police office held her and he said, “You don't understand son the girl stays here, You have to go and take care of those burns”. I put my arms around the young lady and I said to the officer. “Please Sir, Let her have my seat, I promised her I would take care of her, I will take the next ambulance”. She begin to cry, I said, “Please go, I will find out what hospital this ambulance is going to and I will come there and check on you”. I asked, “What is your name”? Through her tears I heard her say, “Aleshia”? I said, “My name is Joe”. The driver had written a name of a hospital on a paper. He said, “You will find her here”. They left with her in tears. The officer told me, “Keep heading down the street, there was more ambulances on the way”. Soon one spotted me and he stopped. I got in and before we could get turned the radio was instructing him to hurry to the foot of the towers. There were a lot of injured people. He told me, “I will go back and get some more people, I have to haul more than just one”. I said you don't understand, you can't go there the buildings are going to fall”. He said, “I have to go”. I said, “Please let me out, I can't go back there”. He stopped and I got out and continued on down the street. Soon again another officer found me and said, “I have to get you to the hospital, you have some bad burns”. I named the hospital the ambulance had taken my new friend to and requested to go there. That is where he taken me. The next day a nurse awakened me. I had bandages on my cheeks, hands and feet. I can remember reaching and calling out Aleshia's name. I had lost her, “Oh dear God she is gone”! I can remember a nurse very softly saying, “Joe. Aleshia is fine”. Very gently she touched my shoulder and asked, “Please wake up and I will take you to her. She said that's where I am taking you now. All she knew was your first name and she has begged her doctors along with her Mom & Dad to find you and bring you to her room. She needs a lot of counseling, so the Doctors has decided it might be better to council you both together”. Soon I was in her room, Her Mom & Dad rushed to me with open arms, but the nurse said, “It may be painful if you stand”. Right at this minute pain didn't matter. Both together hugged and thanked me over & over again. I asked, “May I see her”? They said, “Of course”. With one on each side of me they walked me to her bed. The Doctors and Councilor softly said to her, “Open your eyes Aleshia, We promised you he was OK and he is here to see you”. Slowly she opened her eyes and than burst into tears. I had to hold her just one more time. Her Mom & Dad released my arms and said, “Hold her, she needs to know your are OK”. I put my arms around her and I said, “Don't worry about me, I want to apologize to you for taking you through all the flames. I know you have to have some bad burns”. She said, “Know”! “She touched my bandages and said I caused you to be burned”. Than the councilor said, “Mom and Dad you set close by the bed with us. We are all going to talk about what happened together. When we are finished it will feel better. It will take some time to get over this but talk will make us feel better. The councilor said, “Son, Aleshia has no burns. What you see is no more than sunburn. In a few days all that will be gone. Aleshia, if it's OK with you and your Mom & Dad I am going to pull down your cover and let him see for himself”. Before anyone could speak Aleshia turned back the cover. The Councilor said, “You see, there is no burns. Her legs, stomach, her arms and neck. They are just a little pink. That will disappear”. She said, “Aleshia turn over and show him your back. You see no burns on her legs, or her back”. She said, “I don't understand how you got her through all the heat and flames without one little burn”? Aleshia said, “I knew when we were approaching fire, I could feel Joe's arms tighten around me and I would bury my face in Joe neck and shoulder as close as I could. I felt him pull my legs up to him and he shielded me with his body and his coat until it burnt up”. The councilor asked Joe, “What did you use to cover your mouth and nose while you went through the smoke and soot”? Joe answered, “I don't remember”. The councilor said, “I will tell you and I want you both to listen very closely. By the grace of God only did you escape that building? Joe, you used Aleshia's hair as a mask. Her long hair saved your life. Aleshia. Joe's silk shirt, his neck and face saved your life. Joe you packed Aleshia down 94 flights of stairs and than for two more city blocks until he found you an ambulance. He gave you his seat because he promised you he would get you out and he did. Aleshia you promised Joe you would find him in this hospital and thanks to you half this staff, they went through this hospital looking for a Joe with burns on his hands. After about 75 Joe's with hand burns we found the right one. Now the last thing I have to tell you is the most painful of all".She said,"Joe lay beside Aleshia just for a minute. You two are going to need each other just one more time”. Than the councilor softly said, “The Fireman you met in the fire exit didn't make it out”. Joe and Aleshia both broke down in tears. Aleshia's Mom & Dad clutched both of them as they held each other and wept. The Councilor said, “The Policeman and Building engineer you met out side on the street, they didn't make it out. Each of the ambulances you rode in, those drivers didn't make it either. Hold each other as long as you like and never forget that God put two young lives together and you could have been two of the 5000 or more people but God said no”. Continued The Day After Chapter Two Tweet
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