Wed, 12 Sep 2001 17:55:44 -0700 
subj: Hello 
Thank you, Jeffrey.  Thought you might like to see this from a friend:


 Although I am not fond of personal form letters I thought under the
 circumstances it might be advisable to put in writing some of the events

 of yesterday and to let all know that those people who were extremely
 close
 to the epicenter of yesterdays events were near enough to feel the heat
 but
 far enough away to be safe.
 I heard the first impact, thinking it was a large accident on the
 street, and
 upon looking out the window (living in the shadow of the WTC) saw the
 hole in the north tower and the fire and smoke. It did not register.
 Upon
 hitting the street I was met by neighbors who were screaming that a
 plane had just
 flown into the building. Thinking that it was an accident, we barely had
 time
 for it to register before we saw the south tower blow out towards us.
 The
 plane had been obscured from view and so we thought at first that it was
 an
 explosion, and obviously the mind could not get its hands around what
 could be happening, but the terrorism factor began to run through my
 brain.
 Then someone said it too was a plane.
 I went to my office amidst general pandemonium, 10 blocks from the WTC.
 In a totally surreal situation, we kept our staff calm while we awaited
 some
 sign as to how to proceed. The streets outside were jammed with both
 people
 staring at the towers, and oddly enough people straggling up from
 further south, while the towers burned furiously.
 I knew that the buildings had massive wind bracing and could withstand a

 direct aircraft hit, but when I saw the uncontrolled burning I realized
 that the steel WOULD burn, its strength would be compromised and the
 load
 from the upper floors would cause ultimate failure. With each building
 collapse
 the displaced air blew up Hudson street like a desert wind while a
 confused
 stampede would take place. After the second collapse I got a
 chemical/dust mask and joined a group of mostly construction workers who
 were
 volunteering to help. We got to Broadway and John St., roaming about a
 block from the
 tower, and there were hundreds if not thousands of firemen, police, ems,

 and other trained professionals mustered and waiting for direction.
 Accordingly, my group could not be directed to do anything except carry
 water to the
 area. Within an hour of our entrance into the area we dispersed as most
 of the people had no dust protection and the air was noxious.
 Although I heard from people who saw bodies and parts, we saw nothing
 but debris and dust and burned vehicles. I imagine most of the dead and
 injured were at the building site specific and in the plaza adjacent.
 Volunteers amassed throughout the day, but had no direction and even the

 trained crews couldn't get in as the zone was unsafe due to fires and
 minor explosions.
 When building 7 collapsed after 5pm another stampede came up Hudson St.
 But soon over and with that the entire event somewhat exhausted itself
 as
 the day came to an end. By nightfall Canal St. was lined with
 bulldozers,
 excavators, and dumpster trucks from as far away as 2 hour from NYC,
 mostly private
 hire-ins waiting for access to remove the debris. They were gone by
 dawn, assumedly to the site.
 We had sent people home after 5, as they elected to walk home, some as
 much as 3 hours. My accounting department walked home to New Jersey
 through
 the Holland tunnel.

 I would prefer not to relate the emotional aspects of the event, as you
 will hear it all from the media, and although some of it will be useful
 most
 of it will be a hypnotized unconscious and irresponsible effort on the
 part of
 the media to try to "make" your emotions for you. I would urge you to
 avoid
 this as much as possible. Your emotions are your own as are your
 thoughts and
 impressions, and they are sacred. Try to keep them that way and avoid
 the mob effect that you will be submitted to. Try to think and feel for
 yourself. I have my own impressions, however through it all the most
 difficult thing
 was to keep a sense of awareness separate from the food of emotions and
 confusion. To stay at the top of the string, not in the sway of the
 pendulum.

 Love
 John