The Colorado 9/11 Memorial Stair Climb is not a timed race event, but a way for firefighters and the community to honor and remember the FDNY firefighters who selflessly gave their lives so that others might live.
Each participant pays tribute to a FDNY firefighter by climbing or walking the equivalent of the 110 stories of the World Trade Center. Your individual tribute not only remembers the sacrifice of an FDNY brother, but symbolically completes their heroic journey to save others. Through firefighter and community participation we can ensure that each of the 343 firefighters is honored and that the world knows that we will never forget. The proceeds of these events help the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation create and maintain programs that support fire service survivors. Your support of the 9/11 Memorial Stair Climb provides assistance to the surviving families and co-workers of the 343 firefighters who made the ultimate sacrifice on September 11, 2001.
My personal account of September 11th 2001
I am writing this not for political reasons, not for a conspiracy theory debate. I am writing this so that we never forget those that gave their life that day…
37 Port Authority Police officers from NY and NJ
8 Emergency Medical Technicians
1 New York Fire Patrol
In honor of the above I ask for your support as I participate in the
Some of you know my 9/11 story, some of you experienced it with me... At that time I was working for a company by the name of "Bigfoot Interactive” We had recently faced a drastic downsizing and moved from 43rd and 5th Ave, sandwiched between Grand Central station and The New York Public library to W 26th and 9th Ave. Every day when crossing 9th ave going to and from the office and looking south I would be able to see the towers standing tall with all their glory, proudly over lower Manhattan... During this time I was fortunate enough to be working the 4pm-12am shift so at the time (8:46am) of the initial “crash” into the North Tower I was at my apt in Fairlawn NJ roughly 20 miles from downtown Manhattan… I was lying in bed and my phone started freaking out… I would get 1 ring, than a half ring than maybe 3 rings and every time I would answer the phone it would be dead air, phone circuits were going haywire both landline and Cell lines…. Finally the call had gone through and it was my mom, wondering if I was home or in the office and then informing me of what had happened and to put on the news. At a complete loss and having nothing to say we got off the phone… During that time the second plane had hit the South Tower (9:03am) my mind was racing but there were 2 thoughts going through my head and taking complete control, 1. I do not want to be alone right now and 2. I need to get my ass downtown and help… Don’t ask me what I was going to do to help or how, But that is what took complete control over me…. I jumped in my car and drove as fast as I could to Hoboken, using every short cut and trick I could think of… Getting to Hoboken could potentially solve both of the items above, Mike lived there and Hoboken provided the most access points to downtown… While driving to Hoboken I could see the towers on and off depending on the direction the road was taking me and the tree coverage, the towers were billowing out smoke the entire until one moment, I was on Paterson Plank road directly behind the Meadowlands and I witnessed the collapse of the South Tower @ 9:59am. My heart stopped for a moment and I could not believe what I had just witnessed with my own eyes, I doubted my own eyes, the mighty tower could not have fallen WHAT THE FUCK!!!! After all the smoke, dust and debris settles I know, I know she will still be there…. Moments later as the dust started to slightly settle I can see she is no longer stand, just 1 lone tower stands… Sometime during the remainder of my travel @10:28 am the North tower crumbles and falls. There is mass hysteria, every single car I pass has people crying listening to the radio, People collapsed on their knees crying, blank stares of disbelief, strangers embracing each other… I struggle to keep my composure as I travel the backway into Hoboken via Union City and The Heights, as I pass openings between the buildings and trees I can see the huge cloud of dust and debris lingering above and towers of smoke billowing into the atmosphere… At the very moment as I rolled past Mike’s place he came out the front door, almost as if he knew I would be rolling by at that moment, and I recall pointing out my window and yelling “There you are!!” I know a weird thing to yell and say especially in that moment but that is what came out… Once I was able to find a parking spot I went back and met Mike. We ran up to his place quick and then headed to the Hudson to attempt to make our crossing into lower Manhattan to assist in any way possible… It was about a 10-15 block walk from Mikes place to the river, along the walk the scene was the same as I had experienced while driving to Hoboken people crying, hugging strangers, praying, cursing the planes, conversations of speculation of what happened and what was next and a majority of the people had radios on to listen to news reports. Every local radio station had turned into talk radio, z100, hot 97, k-rock… When we made it to the Hudson we were in complete disbelief... We first heading to the PATH station to see if we could catch a train. All trains to the city were not running, then we walk to the closest ferry terminal ton find out it is closed to civils as well and will soon be used to shuttle people out of Lower Manhattan. Mike and I continued to roam the streets of Hoboken unable to get settled in… We would occasionally go back to his place to watch some of the news reports… Usually find ourselves tuning into the Spanish channels as their news was uncensored like the local stations… I recall the first time feeling a little safer that day was when we were out on one of our walks through Hoboken and along the Hudson and we heard the F-16s doing their patrol runs… The rest of the day is a complete blur… I recall bits and pieces, seeing people getting hosed off when they got off the ferries, due to fear chemical or biological warfare (only the first few ferries), trying to get in touch with family and friends that were downtown and had to walk across the Williamsburg, Manhattan and Brooklyn bridges to get out of the city… The next few days/weeks all blur together as well, a few things stick out in my mind, Armed National Guard everywhere, random evacuations due to bomb threats, volunteering at the Red Cross headquarters in NY, but the most overwhelming memory I have after 9/11 was the infectious amount of patriotism being openly displayed… Every car, store building that PROUDLY displayed the American flag… Let us never forget those that perished that day and every day after from the side effect of 9/11
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