I was there on September 11th
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Dear Editor:

I was there! Yes, on September 11th I lost friends and a neighbor whose young son is a constant reminder of that day- but also, I was there!

My office on the Floating Hospital looked right up Wall Street and was diagonally across from a Fire House. I tasted the dust from the buildings, I watched the people run before the dust-ball that seemed to roll down "The Street" like some cartoon snowball chasing after a stick figure.

A couple of years ago I threw away the shoes that I was wearing that day- the soles were still gray from the dust embedded in them.

It was strange a feeling to walk home that day through neighborhoods not very unlike my own in Queens. I recall looking back down at the smoking site and thinking of the carnage and how horrible this event was, but also thinking that I was part of history, and how for better or worse each of us are all part of that history.

And I couldn’t help but think that this is how people become part of history, not by planning to do some great deed, but by being there when it happens.

Sincerely,

John DeBiase

Middle Village
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