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    10.23.16 @ 12:43 AM
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    My name is Adam Mayblum. I am alive today. I am committing this to paper
    so I never forget. SO WE NEVER FORGET. I am sure that this is one of
    thousands of stories that will emerge over the next several days and

    I arrived as usual a little before 8am. My office was on the 87th
    floor of 1 World Trade Center, AKA: Tower 1, AKA: the North Tower.
    Most of my associates were in by 8:30m. We were standing around, joking
    around, eating breakfast, checking emails, and getting set for the day
    when the first plane hit just a few stories above us. I must stress that
    we did not know that it was a plane. The building lurched violently and
    shook as if it were an earthquake. People screamed. I watched out my
    window as the
    building seemed to move 10 to 20 feet in each direction. It rumbled and
    shook long enough for me to get my wits about myself and grab a co-worker
    and seek shelter under a doorway. Light fixtures and parts of the ceiling
    collapsed. The kitchen was destroyed. We were certain that it was a bomb.
    We looked out the windows. Reams of paper were flying everywhere, like a
    ticker tape parade. I looked down at the street. I could see people in
    Battery Park City looking up. Smoke started billowing in through the
    holes in the ceiling. I believe that there were 13 of us.

    We did not panic. I can only assume that we thought that the worst was
    over. The building was standing and we were shaken but alive. We checked
    the halls. The smoke was thick and white and did not smell like I
    imagined smoke should smell. Not like your BBQ or your fireplace or even
    a bonfire. The phones were working. My wife had taken our 9 month old for
    his check up. I called my nanny at home and told her to page my wife,
    tell her that a bomb went off, I was ok, and on my way out. I grabbed my
    laptop. Took off my tee shirt and ripped it into 3 pieces. Soaked it in
    water. Gave 2 pieces to my friends. Tied my piece around my face to act
    as an air filter. And we all started moving to the staircase. One of my
    dearest friends said that he was staying until the
    police or firemen came to get him. In the halls there were tiny fires and
    sparks. The ceiling had collapsed in the men s bathroom. It was gone
    along with anyone who may have been in there. We did not go in to look.
    We missed the staircase on the first run and had to double back. Once in
    the staircase we picked up fire extinguishers just incase. On the 85th
    floor a brave associate of mine and I headed back up to our office to
    drag out my partner who stayed behind. There was no air, just white
    smoke. We made the rounds through the office calling his name. No
    response. He must have succumbed to the smoke. We left defeated in our
    efforts and made our way back to the stairwell. We proceeded to the 78th
    floor where we had to change over to a different stairwell. 78 is the
    main junction to switch to the upper floors. I expected to see more
    people. There were some 50 to 60 more. Not enough. Wires and fires all
    over the place. Smoke too. A brave man was fighting a fire with the
    emergency hose. I stopped with to friends to make sure that everyone from
    our office was accounted for. We ushered them and confused people into
    the stairwell. In retrospect, I recall seeing Harry, my head trader,
    doing the same several yards behind me.
    I am only 35. I have known him for over 14 years. I headed into the
    stairwell with 2 friends.

    We were moving down very orderly in Stair Case A. very slowly. No panic.
    At least not over panic. My legs could not stop shaking. My heart was
    pounding. Some nervous jokes and laughter. I made a crack about ruining
    a brand new pair of Merrells. Even still, they were
    right, my feet felt great. We all laughed. We checked our cell phones.
    Surprisingly, there was a very good signal, but the Sprint network was
    jammed. I heard that the Blackberry 2 way email devices worked perfectly.
    On the phones, 1 out of 20-dial attempts got through. I knew I could
    not reach my wife so I called my parents. I told them what happened and
    that we were all okay and on the way down. Soon, my sister in law reached
    me. I told her we were fine and moving down. I believe that was about the
    65th floor. We were bored and nervous. I called my friend Angel in San
    Francisco. I knew he would be watching. He was amazed I was on the phone.
    He told me to get out that there was another plane on its way. I did not
    know what he was talking about. By now the second plane had struck Tower
    2. We were so deep into the middle of our building that we did not hear
    or feel anything. We had no idea what was really going on. We kept making
    way for wounded to go down ahead of us. Not many of them, just a few. No
    one seemed seriously wounded. Just some cuts and scrapes. Everyone
    cooperated. Everyone was a hero yesterday. No questions asked. I had
    co-workers in another office on the 77th floor. I tried dozens of times
    to get them on their cell phones or office lines. It was futile. Later I
    found that they were alive. One of the many miracles on a day of tragedy.

    On the 53rd floor we came across a very heavyset man sitting on the
    stairs. I asked if he needed help or was he just resting. He needed help.
    I knew I would have trouble carrying him because I have a very bad back.
    But my friend and I offered anyway. We told him he could lean on us. He
    hesitated, I don t know why. I said do you want to come or do you want us
    to send help for you. He chose for help. I told him he was on the 53rd
    floor in Stairwell A and that s what I would tell the rescue workers. He
    said okay and we left.

    On the 44th floor my phone rang again. It was my parents. They were
    hysterical. I said relax, I m fine. My father said get out, there is
    third plane coming. I still did not understand. I was kind of angry. What
    did my parents think? Like I needed some other reason to get going? I
    couldn’t move the thousand people in front of me any faster. I know they
    love me, but no one inside understood what the situation really was. My
    parents did. Starting around this floor the firemen, policemen, WTC K-9
    units without the dogs, anyone with a badge, started coming up as we were
    heading down. I stopped a lot of them and told them about the man on 53
    and my friend on 87. I later felt terrible about this. They headed up to
    find those people and met death instead.

    On the 33rd floor I spoke with a man who somehow new most of the details.
    He said 2 small planes hit the building. Now we all started talking about
    which terrorist group it was. Was it an internal organization or an
    external one? The overwhelming but uninformed opinion was Islamic
    Fanatics. Regardless, we now knew that it was not a bomb and there were
    potentially more planes coming. We understood.

    On the 3r floor the lights went out and we heard & felt this rumbling
    coming towards us from above. I thought the staircase was collapsing upon
    itself. It was 10am now and that was Tower 2 collapsing next door.
    We did not know that. Someone had a flashlight. We passed it forward and
    left the stairwell and headed down a dark and cramped corridor to an
    exit. We could not see at all. I recommended that everyone place a hand
    on the shoulder of the person in front of them and call out if they hit
    an obstacle so others would know to avoid it. They did. It worked
    perfectly. We reached another stairwell and saw a female officer emerge
    soaking wet and covered in soot. She said we could not go that way it was
    blocked. Go up to 4 and use the other exit. Just as we started up she
    said it was ok to go down instead. There was water everywhere. I called
    out for hands on shoulders again and she said that was a great idea. She
    stayed behind instructing people to do that. I do not know what happened
    to her.

    We emerged into an enormous room. It was light but filled with smoke. I
    commented to a friend that it must be under construction. Then we
    realized where we were. It was the second floor. The one that overlooks
    the lobby. We were ushered out into the courtyard, the one where the
    fountain used to be. My first thought was of a TV movie I saw once about
    nuclear winter and fallout. I could not understand where all of the
    debris came from. There was at least five inches of this gray pasty dusty
    drywall soot on the ground as well as a thickness of it in the air.
    Twisted steel and wires. I heard there were bodies and body parts as
    well, but I did not look. It was bad enough. We hid under the remaining
    overhangs and moved out to the street. We were told to keep walking
    towards Houston Street. The odd thing is that there were very few rescue
    workers around. Less than five. They all must have been trapped under the
    debris when Tower 2 fell. We did not know that and could not understand
    where all of that debris came from. It was just my friend Kern and I now.
    We were hugging but sad. We felt certain that most of our friends ahead
    of us died and we knew no one behind us.

    We came upon a post office several blocks away. We stopped and looked up.
    Our building, exactly where our office is (was), was engulfed in flame
    and smoke. A postal worker said that Tower 2 had fallen down. I looked
    again and sure enough it was gone. My heart was racing. We kept trying to
    call our families. I could not get in touch with my wife. Finally I got
    through to my parents. Relived is not the word to explain their feelings.
    They got through to my wife, thank G-d and let her know I was alive. We
    sat down. A girl on a bike offered us some water. Just as she took the
    cap off her bottle we heard a rumble. We looked up and our building,
    Tower 1 collapsed. I did not note the time but I am told it was 10:30am.
    We had been out less than 15 minutes.

    We were mourning our lost friends, particularly the one who stayed in the
    office as we were now sure that he had perished. We started walking
    towards Union Square. I was going to Beth Israel Medical Center to be
    looked at. We stopped to hear the President speaking on the radio. My
    phone rang. It was my wife. I think I fell to my knees crying when I
    heard her voice. Then she told me the most incredible thing. My partner
    who had stayed behind called her. He was alive and well. I guess we just
    lost him in the commotion. We started jumping and hugging and shouting. I
    told my wife that my brother had arranged for a hotel in midtown. He can
    be very resourceful in that way. I told her I would call her from there.
    My brother and I managed to get a gypsy cab to take us home to
    Westchester instead. I cried on my son and held my wife until I fell

    As it turns out my partner, the one who I thought had stayed behind was
    behind us with Harry Ramos, our head trader. This is now second hand
    information. They came upon Victor, the heavyset man on the 53rd floor.
    They helped him. He could barely move. My partner bravely/stupidly tested
    the elevator on the 52nd floor. He rode it down to the sky lobby on 44.
    The doors opened, it was fine. He rode it back up and got Harry and
    Victor. I don t yet know if anyone else joined them. Once on 44 they made
    their way back into the stairwell. Someplace around the 39th to 36th
    floors they felt the same rumble I felt on the 3rd floor. It was 10am and
    Tower 2 was coming down. They had about 30 minutes to get out. Victor
    said he could no longer move. They offered to have him lead on them. He
    said he couldn’t do it. My partner hollered at him to sit on his butt and
    schooch down the steps. He said he was not capable of doing it. Harry
    told my partner to go ahead of them. Harry had once had a heart attack
    and was worried about this mans heart. It was his nature to be this way.
    He was/is one of the kindest people I know. He would not leave a man
    behind. My partner went ahead and made it out. He said he was out maybe
    10 minutes before the building came down. This means that Harry had maybe
    25 minutes to move Victor 36 floors. I guess they moved 1 floor every
    1.5 minutes. Just a guess. This means Harry wad around the 20th floor
    when the building collapsed. As of now 12 of 13 people are accounted for.
    As of 6pm yesterday his wife had not heard from him. I fear that Harry is
    lost. However, a short while ago I heard that he may be alive. Apparently
    there is a web site with survivor names on it and his name appears there.
    Unfortunately, Ramos is not an uncommon name in New York. Pray for him
    and all those like him.

    With regards to the firemen heading upstairs, I realize that they were
    going up anyway. But, it hurts to know that I may have made them move
    quicker to find my friend. Rationally, I know this is not true and that I
    am not the responsible one. The responsible ones are in hiding somewhere
    on this planet and damn them for making me feel like this. But they
    should know that they failed in terrorizing us. We were calm. Those men
    and women that went up were heroes in the face of it all. They must have
    known what was going on and they did their jobs. Ordinary people were
    heroes too. Today the images that people around the world equate with
    power and democracy are gone but America is not an image it is a concept.
    That concept is only strengthened by our pulling together as a team. If
    you want to kill us, leave us alone because we will do it by ourselves.
    If you want to make us stronger, attack and we unite. This is the
    ultimate failure of terrorism against The United States and the ultimate
    price we pay to be free, to decide where we want to work, what we want to
    eat, and when & where we want to go on vacation. The very moment the
    first plane was hijacked, democracy won.
    ((Just My Two Cents))
    And thats about what its worth.

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    bumping this. but let me say wow. amazing story.

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    10.23.16 @ 07:57 AM
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    That was a sad, but great story. [img]smilies/cool.gif[/img]
    Right Now you're reading my post!

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    [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] That's a great story!
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />God Bless the USA!!!!<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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    Concur with the posters that precede me...
    I'm one of those crazies on your block.


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    Amazing story. Not to sound like a cynic, but how sure are we that this is legit and not some yo-yo, writing all this out of his head? Where did you get this from OLO????

    Not trying to be disrespectful, I just know there's plenty of BS flying around the Internet...

    "Sorry about the mess..."<br /><br />~Han Solo Episode IV

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    10.23.16 @ 12:43 AM
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    It was e-mailed to me by a freind. I have no proof if it is legit or not, I didnt claim it was legit. I hope it is true but if it isnt, its still a good read.
    ((Just My Two Cents))
    And thats about what its worth.



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