Watching the smoke rise on the horizon, all of the fire trucks rolling by with lights blazing. The smell of burning and decay wafting over the river and in to uptown Manhattan. Having the local grade schools evacuated to the local churches and getting a call on my cell from friends in the city trying to walk there way out of downtown and asking me which way they should go before the cell service overloaded and that too went dead. Gathering food and water by the truckload for the staff headed in to the city, gathering people and emergency equipment together and sending them in to the city as well, not knowing what they would find. Feeling anger, frustration, and helplessness, (as you can tell, I still do, we all grieve differently), listening to voicemail from friends of the family to their loved ones, and knowing these are the last words they would ever utter, going to homes where we were living and making our continued support of those who lost loved ones to this day. There is so much more, just can't put it in words here on the forum.

My only advice now is, never leave home angry, hug your wife, kids family whenever you can. No matter what, tell them you love them.....



Bill S.

PS: I asked Brent to ban me for a few days as I cannot do so myself (I tried), clearly I needed a "time out" for stepping over the rules just like anyone else. Who knows, perhaps he'll ban me tonight.



Quote Originally Posted by 40FordDeluxe View Post
Wow, I'm surprised the thread got re-opened. I'll stay out of the first battle..............

I remember that day like yesterday. It was chaos. My girl friend, now my wife was freaking out, my transmission had just went out of my 97 F250 again, and I had to take it to the trans shop. Then I went in to the local PAR terminal and helped get trucks ready to head to NYC so they could take supplies and equipment to help out. It was crazy, it really felt like we could have been getting ready for another attack, you just didn't know when.