9/11 Narrative Essay

September 11 2001 Narrative8:30 AM. I am in a meeting with Alliance Consulting CEO 's in Building 1 World Trade Center. We are all discussing booming businesses in the NYC region, getting very excited about a little computer chip processing company that has been getting very high marks on their last quota. All of a sudden, there is a loud whipping sound and the building begins shaking. Just a blink later and my hearing is gone, and I am lying on the ground trying to understand why the only color I see is blood red. I try to stand but realize that my legs are pinned by a 315 pound conference table with a smoked glass top and stainless steel frame. I emit a horrifying shriek, and my coworker Stanley Johnson runs up to me and yells at me to push on three. I can barely understand his terrified voice, but still push as hard as I can when I hear the word "one" come from his blood filled
Marshalls, without a moment 's notice I am thrown into an ambulance that is being shared by 3 victims and taken to St Vincent 's hospital, where I am bandaged up and put on painkillers while a volunteer nurse cleans and disinfects my wounds. I pass out and wake up hours later by another nurse who tells me the bed needs to be used by another victim. I am told to go to the lobby which is filled with injured men, women, and children. Everyone is in shock, everyone with the same glazed eyes, everyone silent. There is once same focus, the television mounted to the corner of the room tuned to wb11. Kaity Tong is on the screen, with a background of a gigantic cloud of smog. The title underneath her waist reads "America Under Attack" in bold red letters. I come to the realization that the cloud of smoke was once the building I worked in. My office, which I spent late nights working at the same wooden desk with my name on the 7 inch desk plate, was now gone. The company that I have given 17 years to, was now