Twelve years after the events of 9/11, Kim Greenhouse comments on finding closure over the loss of loved ones, the defilement of public inquiry, and honoring those who lost their lives on that tragic day.
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9/11: Horror to Illumination
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Dear Ms. Greenhouse,
BRILLIANT !! BRAVO !! Thank you for existing, speaking up and out for those who fear the notion to do so. Thank you for the great efforts of keeping the topics and information honest, with the advice/ direction to never just except “THEIR” manipulated duplicity placed upon us. Your piece has caused me to tell you a part of my 9/11 story…even if you cannot find the time to read it the overwhelming urge to type it is upon me.
My parents lost a family member and I had just dropped my son of at school 5 mins. before the event got underway. My sons school was a short Manhattan block away from the towers. as I was travelling north bound on the west side highway, waiting at a stop light I heard a very unfamiliar sound. It was the kind of sound that you could only imagine people that have been in war zones would hear. The sound of a high rpm, low altitude roar of a jumbo jet (a very shocking sound) coming from somewhere. I witnessed the first plane entering from my rear view mirror. I jumped out of my truck in the middle of passing cars and started pounding hoods to get people to witness what I was seeing, all the while yelling ” we’re being attacked !”. Because I have military friends and family…I was familiar with the supposed “No Fly Zone” that was set for a distance of 6 miles outside of Manhattan (if I remember correctly). After freaking out for about a minute or two, the second wave of thought came over me(go back downtown to fetch my son) and fortunately I kept my wits about me with a snap quick decision to park my truck anywhere(being an expert of NYC system breakdown for 20 years or more) and fortunately had my bicycle in the back of my truck that day…..I began to ride like a maniac into ” the Zone” (as I labeled it at the time of departure) and witness many sights and scenes containing a mas of zombies looking up at the tower in horror and confusion. The faces of fear of those that made it out , some with black faces from the fire and smoke, crying and disheveled yet….not fleeing the area in fear of what could happen next. I swore I was the only one with the notion to get in, grab my son then get out AFAP. It was American “Rubba neckin” at its best. Very surreal like a movie scene. all I kept saying was how could this have happened. I rushed into a dark school with no one in sight and No sounds until I heard the security guard scream out “they’re downstairs”. The strange thing for me was that only two parents (myself and another) were there to pick-up. As I entered the cafeteria all of the children quietly drew pictures. I glanced over at the principal and the blanketed look of shock / terror on her face choked me up for a brief moment. I searched for my son , hugged him and said time to go. He responded “can’t I just finish my picture first ” then he said “The teacher said there is a fire in the twin tower, is everyone o.k. ? I said yes then ran out of there with him on my back. The main entrance of the school had the closest and clearest view of the towers. knowing this …I wanted to shield the view from him so I covered his face and he struggled with me for doing so and wanting to look up once we hit sunlight outside. I looked up and could not believe what I was witnessing. the scene outside had built up tremendously since entering the school for maybe a total of 5 minutes. We hopped on the bike and rode against a sea of bewildered people. what energy that event produced. mean while as we got about 5 blocks away I heard someone say another plane hit the other tower. Once again I was convinced we had been under attack from someone. The whole of Manhattan was cut off at 14 street and fortunately my office was on 13 street. We made it back not to long before the first building came and I had a flash of what must have happened to those who didn’t make it out and those who stood and stared in shock. I wished them well and asked “source” to not let this be an attack and just some stupid mix up of sorts.
thanks for listening
Rodney
Dear Rodney,
Thank you for taking time out of your day today to listen to this commentary. Thank you also for your kind comments and for taking your time to share your story with us. I can’t imagine what it was like to be in Manhattan that day and what a total assault on the senses it was in all respects. I’m glad that you and your family made it through without any harm. There’s a book out that focuses on what people do in emergencies and what makes the difference between who lives and who dies that is by Amanda Rippley called: “The Unthinkable”. She describes example after example of why it is that people die in emergency situations. I have invited her to talk with us for several years and have been turned down each time, but, I think that her body of work is worth reading. It sounds like you are very quick instinctually. I’m sure that you will impart this ability and many more of your gifts to your children. It’s Rainmaking Time! wishes you the very best!
Kim Greenhouse
We interviewed Dr. Judy Wood, author of “Where Did The Towers Go” over the last few years.
They are very detailed interviews.
Here’s the segments:
https://itsrainmakingtime.com/2010/judywood/
https://itsrainmakingtime.com/2012/judywood2/