That was the first time I'd spoken to him in three years. We have had a rift over my choice of religion and bedpartners that started in Nov, 1998. There have been many times I felt that his death would've been one of the best things in my life, because it would've allowed me to be with my family during large gatherings again.
Yet, the very first thing I wanted to do the moment I found out for certain that he worked there was to ask my Mom for the number to reach him in Burma. All I wanted to say was that I love him and that I'm glad he's alive.
When I talked to him, he was in a bit of shock. Right now, he doesn't know if he even has a job when he comes home, cause he was a consultant for a Japanese bank whose American prescence is now bits and pieces on the road. It's very likely that none of his coworkers made it out alive. I know for a fact that he wouldn't have. I've heard all the stories of people running down 87 flights of steps, but he's the kind of person that would've stayed behind to make sure someone else got out.
This attack is the kind of thing that would make me want to join the military and take up arms just to go kill the motherfuckers that did this to us. But, in my life, there is one small thing that this disaster has given me - a second chance with my father.
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In reply to One very small good thing from WTC...
by dragonchild
in thread The World Trade Center Tragedy
by blakem
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