As I sat in bed last night, watching the 9/11 documentary, my heart broke yet again. It takes only the images of what happened that day, to take me right back to those moments, the fear, the confusion and the pain of watching this unfold on TV.
Through the documentary, I got to learn a lot about the NY Firefighters, their bravery and courage and the danger they all put themselves in on that fateful day. Ask any survivor who escaped down the staircases of the towers, and they will tell you how at that moment, while they fled, terrified for their lives, they were met with so many firefighters determined to climb those same stairs toward the burning inferno.
The loss of life was staggering, in all 343 firefighters were identified among the dead or reported missing.
Watching that documentary yesterday, I was in awe of these true heroes. A lump remained in my throat throughout the whole 2 hours, tears ran down my face as I listened to the firefighters talking amongst themselves about the horrors they witnessed at that moment.
They don't consider themselves to be heroes, but we all know that they are. Describing what it was like those first few hours after the towers collapsed, these firefighters gave their all. Some survived and so many more lost their lives doing what they loved, helping others. They didn't for one minute consider the possibility that they might not make it out alive, and when people rushed from the scene, they rushed towards it.
My heart goes out to all the families who lost a loved one on that day, and to the firefighters who worked tirelessly, my deepest gratitude.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET!!!