His daughter called from an elevator right before the Tower collapsed

I was sitting in the newsroom writing a news article about a recent City Council meeting when I noticed Trish staring at the box TV. Trish was our office manager and she stood frozen in front of the television, which sat on a file cabinet. “A plane is stuck in a building in New York,” she said. Stuck in a building? I thought, standing up and walking over. I was living and working in an industrial city in western Massachusetts, but I was born and raised in New York. I recognized the skyscraper as one of the Twin Towers that I worked in as a carpenter in my early 20s. That’s when the next plane slammed into the other tower, exploding into a fireball. Over the next hour, we watched the towers collapse into gray clouds of smoke and ashes. Later, we’d see people leaping from the shattered windows, black silhouettes speeding towards the hard pavement below. I thought of the people I met in the World Trade Center when I worked there. The Jamaican security guard who teased me every morning, saying I should be working in an office somewhere with beautiful women, not hanging Sheetrock with a bunch of Irish immigrants. <a href="https://medium.com/modernidentities/his-daughter-called-from-an-elevator-right-before-the-tower-collapsed-34ba49bd9978">Read More</a>