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Everyone has a story and a painful memory about where they were this morning 18 years ago. I went to the WTC after the planes struck; the first tower fell as I was in transit. I ran from the second tower just before it came down, up Church Street...
...as police yelled over a loudspeaker on their van to evacuate if we didn't want to get hurt. I walked toward the plume of smoke afterward until police stopped me at Chamber Street, then walked north to the New York Post...
...People were covered in ash, walking by me, along Broadway. One man, who I later learned was some kind of building inspector at one of the towers, collapsed on the ground near Broome Street. Several of us crowded around him...
...trying to secure an ambulance, but with the cellular phone service down no one could get through. A half-hour passed and still nothing came. I had to start moving north, and still have no idea what happened to the man.
