"Good morning, love, time to wake up."
"Dad, five more minutes."
He laid down next to his daughter. He didn't mind giving her five more minutes. Not only was she the apple of his eye, he didn't mind closing his eyes a few more minutes with her.
"Okay, its been ten minutes. Are you ready now?"
"I'm ready, I'm ready."
He helped her pack her bag for school and in a few short moments, they were out the door.
"Oh, not again!"
"What's the matter?"
"Open the door back up, I forgot to brush my hair!"
The nine year old little girl was just learning how to care for her appearance.
He kissed her good bye at the front doors of the school, feeling lucky to live within walking distance to work and school so they could avoid the busy traffic in New York City.
"You're late."
"What do you mean?"
"You always call before 8:15."
"So, I'm late. Get through it. Get through it. Do you two want to come over for dinner tonight?"
"Would love to, I'll take off a little early tonight. I'm going to run, I hear some ruckus. I'm going to check out what the noise is about."
"Love you, Son."
"Love you too, Mom."
Looking acoss the office floor, people were beginning to stir and fill the place. From his desk he could just see out his boss's window. His boss was leaning back in a nice wing backed chair. In the distance behind him, he could see a plane. 'A plane? That's new...must changed the routes...looks kinda low to me. Whatever'
He looks down at his desk, flipping the day calendar.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
'Another day another 1000 meetings'
9:05 - Call broker. Call floor man
'At least we start out fun'
'Call someone! Get Help!' Screaming was everywhere. The smoke was thick and he wasn't able to see anyone. 'Get air. man. Air!' To his right, he saw light - his boss's office was open, gaping. The light brought hope - hope of fresh air. The pains in his body slowed his crawl but he made it to the ledge soon enough.