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 As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| On the morning of September 11, 2001, Stanley Primnath reached his office on the 81st floor of the South Tower with a calm mind like every day. Later he said, "It felt like there was a normal Tuesday." There was nothing to tell that my life is going to change forever today. ” Just before 9am, that normal day suddenly broke. When Flight 11 collided with the North Tower, Stanley and his colleagues immediately started getting down the stairs. Hundreds of scared people were trying to get down as soon as possible. But security personnel at 78th floor sky lobby stopped them. "The South Tower is safe, he said. Go back to your office. ” A lot of people trusted him. Stanley did too. They turned and returned to the 81st floor—straight to the second collision. A few minutes later, they got a call from a coworker from Chicago. She was screaming out, "Stanley, get out! Something is wrong! ” Talking he walked to the window. That's why they saw United Airlines Flight 175 coming straight towards it. Later he said, "I saw the plane... And it felt like the plane was watching me. ” They dropped the phone, said a prayer, and jumped under the table. 9:03 am, the plane crashed the South Tower. The collision was so terrible that the whole building had turned. The walls were torn. The windows cracked inside. The plane's feather stopped twenty feet away from their table while ripping their office. The fire erupted immediately. The dust was so much they couldn't even see their hands. “I thought I was dead,” he said. “But somehow... I was breathing. ” They wanted to get up, but the debris had fallen all around. Exit door was completely closed with broken panels and twisted iron. Alone in the smoke and dark, Stanley started screaming. "Anyone there? Please help! Please help me out! ” At the same time, three floors up, on the 84th floor, Brian Clark also survived the same horrible blow. Fire Marshal Brian at Euro Brokers felt the building bowed so much he thought it was about to fall. “Those ten seconds,” he said, “were the longest seconds of my life. ” Brian gathered some coworkers and headed to the stairs. There were three options—A, B, or C. Some inner noise pushed them to stair A. They found a woman climbing up on the 81st floor. She said, "Bottom is fire! You can't go down. Go up—that's the way. ” Most of the people who came along with Brian returned upstairs—to the roof that didn't open. Brian stayed. "I don't know why, but the inside sounds--'Go down. ’” Then they heard—a light, extremely desperate voice, from behind a closed door. "Anyone there? I am trapped! ” Brian Murray. "Who is it? ” I am Stanley! Please don't leave me! ” Brian knocked the door, but he didn't even shake. Stanley inside come as close as you can. Brian said, "Try to break the wall! Do whatever you want! ” Stanley put in all his might. His hand went on a nail while hitting a punch. Started bleeding, but they didn't stop killing. Finally made a little hole. Brian widened him on his side—first hand, then equal to elbow. "Jump in! "Brian screamed out. "I'll catch up! ” Brian grabbed Stanley by arm and dragged over the wreck on the third try. Both fell on the ladder landing—coughing, bleeding, shocked. They didn't know each other a few minutes ago. Now they were holding each other down like brothers. Stanley put his bloody hand forward. Brian holds it tight. “I’ve always been the only kid,” Brian said. "I always wanted a brother. ” They held hands tight and tight. "I got that brother today. ” Blood was dripping from both hands. “We are brothers in blood now,” Brian said. Then he put his hand on Stanley's shoulder and gently said—the words that Stanley still repeats today: "Come on friend... Let's go home. ” They went down, just supported Brian's little torch. The stairs were shaking. The smoke was rolling in. On the 68th floor they saw Brian's co-worker, Jose Marrero go upwards. Brian requested, "Come on down! ” Jose smh his head. I can help. ” They went up. Never came back. They kept getting down. They got working phones on 31st floor. Brian called his wife. Stanley left a message for wife Jennifer: "Darling, I'm alive, but pray." We are still inside. ” They hit the ground at 9:56 am. Emergency worker from outside yelled, "Run! Don't look back! ” They ran to Liberty Street. Two blocks away, Stanley looked up and said in a trembling voice, "Brian... I think this building is about to fall. ” Brian said, “No, it’s of Steel—” That sentence is not completed. 9:59 pm, South Tower fell. The sound came first—dham-dham-dham—the sound of the collapse of every floor. Again a giant cloud of dust ran towards them. They entered the lobby of 42 Broadway and closed the doors. Disappeared in the road dust outside. Inside, covered in ashes, shivering, they took out business cards from their pockets and converted them. Stanley read the card: Brian Clark, Executive Vice President, Euro Brokers That night, after midnight, Stanley called that number. "Bryan... Are you alive? ” Brian replied: "I'm here, brother. ” They were two of only 18 survivors in or above the South Tower impact area. Stanley didn't speak properly for weeks after the attacks. Brian hasn't been back to work for months. But both stayed connected. Brian calls often. "Just taking news of you... I am a brother, isn't it? ” On the first death anniversary, Brian delivered a speech at Stanley's church. They gave the same torch that showed them the way. “It brought us home,” Brian said. Today she placed the torch at the 9/11 Memorial & Museum. Stanley still keeps Brian's business card in his wallet. Always say the same thing when asked how they survived: "If Brian Clark didn't come rescue me... So there would be no one named Stanley Primnath today. ” And Brian adds: I went to help a stranger in that smoke. Out with a brother. ” His story reminds us of a deep, simple truth: In that moment of fear, when most people ran upward, Brian Clark walked down to a call. And in the dark stairs of the collapsing building, Stanley Primnath didn't stop calling for help. Both of them together... Saved each other's lives. |
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