Recollection of 9-11.

Recollection of 9-11.
By Sprectra.

Intro.
This story is told from the point of view of a man named John Daralton. He is a 29 year old man living in New York City. I decided to write this story out of stress and depression over the terrorist attacks on Septemper 11, 2001. I never thought I could get through this alone, and I didn’t. My writing has helped me do things that talking to other people hasn’t. I dedicate this story to all the people lost in the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and their families who possibly continue to mourn to this day, my family who have supported my writing, and to the band Linkin Park whose music helped me to deal with all the stress and depression. I hope all of you enjoy this story..

September 1st, 2001.
I remember that day almost like it was yesterday. 10 days before 9-11. I was just walking down the street, not a care in the world, when I looked in an alleyway and noticed a man stealing a wallet from a guy he had just beat up. I’d seen the same thing nearly everyday. I had to be honest about something, I hated this entire city. The crime rate was sky high, it was dirty, and always full of tourists. I remember thinking that the entire country was like this. I was going to work at this computer place. When I got there, a bunch of my buddies were talking about how a bunch of cops in the NYPD were being investigated for corruption. I wasn’t surprised.

September 3rd, 2001.
I was pretty angry that day. I was late to work because of a warehouse fire and the fire engine blocked my path. My boss chewed me out even after I explained it wasn’t my fault. I was really beginning to think that the whole world hated me just because of the luck I was having.

September 5th, 2001.
My friend Al, who’s a firefighter heard me talking bad about firefighters that day and he gave me a bunch of grief about it. He said that I needed to be more grateful about everything that the firefighters, paramedics, and police officers do. I backed off about my comments, but I still kept my opinion.

September 7th, 2001.
Once again that day, I was late for work because of a police barricade. The cop said something about a raid for an illegal gambling ring. I thought to myself, “I’m late for work because of a bunch of bookies?” I couldn’t believe these guys. The cops I mean.

September 9th, 2001.
Al and I went out to a bar that day. He said that he was really excited about becoming an instructor for the fire department. I really couldn’t have cared less, only makes more firefighters to block my path and make me late for work.

September 11th, 2001.
I was in that section of the city having my coffee when I heard an explosion overheard. I looked up and noticed fire coming out of the World Trade Center. People in the streets were screaming, trying to avoid falling debris that was coming down. I noticed a little girl crying in the streets later and a piece of debris was coming down above her. I dove forward and stopped her from getting hit. The mother came up to me and thanked me. I went home because I had nowhere else to go and I had no choice but to watch CNN and listen to the updates. I was worried about Al, so I called his wife from my apartment. As it turns out, Al was at the hospital having a prostate exam, so he couldn’t have done anything. I bet he wasn’t happy at the time, but that exam may have saved his life.

December 2nd, 2001.
As the holiday season approaches, I continue to wonder about the whole thing. Questions have been answered about the attacks and why they happened. The city is beginning to get back to normal, but I certainly have changed. I have newfound respect for everyone. The firefighters who constantly made me late and the cops especially. Earlier today I noticed a big guy pounding the crap out of this woman in the street when a police car pulled up, a cop got out and nailed the guy with his nightstick and then arrested him. I realized that not all cops are bad. Later that day, I noticed some firefighters carry a man out of an apartment fire and get him over to the paramedics and that was when I finally realized exactly how lucky I was to live in a country where a complete and total stranger could save your life, and that was their job.
THE END