9/11 ~ A Story of an Hero -by Yesica

It was Tuesday morning in Manhattan, New York. Blue skies were overhead; it was a sun-shinny day. I had arrived at work early today and was logging into my computer. I'd worked for Cantor Fitzgerald for seven years. I had lots of friends at work, and best of all my best friend worked with me, too. My friend had a baby. When she went to work. she always left her baby with a babysitter.

I open the blinds for window of my office; I looked outside the window and at 8:00 is was already nice and warm. It was a beautiful day outside. The day was flying by as I had already been at work for 37 minutes. I looked outside the window again thinking that it was really a beautiful day.

At 8:45, a plane was flying by the tower. This never happened! It was too low. My coworker shouted, "Why is that plane flying by?" Nobody answered. Nobody knew why. Then we watched as it crashed into the North Tower. Fire exploded out of the building.

We all started running toward the door. I just wanted to get out. Everyone was shouting. My boss stopped us and told us, "Calm down. We need to think."


Looking across the way at the North tower, I saw people on fire. Black smoke poured from the towers. Fire trucks were arriving at the scene and firefighters were spraying water onto the North Tower because there was fire even at the bottom. We watched from the 77th floor. Thousands of people were exiting both of the Twin Towers. I watched people run out of the towers.

I knew I needed to get out too. I knew I needed to take my best friend with me. I found her and she said to me, "Should we get out of here?"

"Yes! We should," I said. We both ran to the elevator, but it didn't work. We had to go down the stairs, even thought it was a very long way.

"I hope I make it home to my baby," she cried as we started down.


As if no time had passed, a second plane came into view. It was going to crash in to the tower that I was in. Everyone panicked and started running. I started thinking of people who were in the top of the tower. Would they get out? I felt scared that we would not get out of the tower. Would we be stuck? How are we going to get out? Am I going to die? I wondered. I was also so scared that my friend would never see her baby again.


My friend was crying about her baby we went where her baby was but the baby sitter wasn't there the other plain crashed into the tower. She was screaming about her baby she saw the baby sitter going down stairs with the baby. She took the baby out of the baby sitters arms she told the women if her baby was okay.We started walking the sitter didn't go with us. We stopped and told her to come with us she said she was to old to run. I told her I would carried but she didn't come.

I was terrified. I knew I had to run in order to save my life, but could I leave these people behind? The 77th floor was filled with injured people covered with blood, and people who were already dead. I turned to my friend. She was bleeding and limping. I knew I had to save her. I took her baby in my arms and took my friend from her arm and started running down stairs she was falling down but we keeped running down stairs.


As they exited the tower, a policeman ushered them down the street. The TV crews were waiting at the edge of town. A cameraman asked, "How did you have the strength to carry her?"
She said, "It wouldn't have been worth living, it I had let her die!"