9-11-01 Narrative

For Mark and everyone in the buildings during 9-11-01 I know people are going to ask why suicide? Why wouldn’t Mark work through the situation? It was a bright, shiny day in New York City. I looked forward to my first day in the financial world. As I entered tower one I was in awe of the beauty of the building. Everything was clean, polished, and appearing to be of high value. The elevator large, quiet, and reminded me of a hotel I once stayed at costing $300/ a night. The music was like all elevator music, boring and dull. I had no idea what was soon to come of me. Not being the best student throughout the years of school I was amazed I was on time this morning. As I looked at the clock it was exactly nine, one day on time and the
rest of my life to go. Two minutes after nine, the world changes.
As I stand in the hall, I hear a loud sonic boom, as though a plane had broken the sound barrier. Something is wrong, I felt a small burning sensations on my back and arms, I look and see small holes on the back of my sleeves. As I turn fully, the light is a though the sun is rising before my eyes at a distance of less than 1,000 feet. My eyes burn, I smell jet fuel, and my brain now registers, I am in trouble. The door is blocked, the exit is gone, the elevator is no use, and I don’t have anyway down. The smoke is now causing my breathing to become difficult and uneasy. I step out on the ledge of the nearest window, the sky is blue, people appear to be moving as though they were an ant farm with one in control. A wave of calmness suddenly comes over me, I am in control. How many people can choose how their lives will end. As I stand I am remind of a song by David Bowie, and In my own I say, “ Goodbye mission control. Thanks for trying”. If this was intentional, whoever did this may have destroyed a building, but human dignity will last forever. This is control over my life and my choices. As I step from this step this ledge I drop this letter to mankind, I was a human in control.