The department now has 60 full-time counselors instead of the 9 it employed before September Jonas waited to make his therapy appointment, then nearly backed out. He thought he should be doing better by now. Jonas is six feet, pounds, with a gentle voice and an intense way of tipping his head down while gazing up at a listener. One time, the nightmare was so vivid I said, I got to talk to someone about this. Eventually, his wife went, too. So did his son, after he refused to go to baseball camp even though it was at the field across the street from their house.
Lim has spent two years in therapy. On September 11, Lim had put Sirius in his cage, intending to return. But I had to admit to myself that I really missed him a lot, that I felt guilty about leaving him there. Komorowski, now 40, mostly felt the effects at home. Summers, Komorowski, his wife, and their two daughters spend a lot of their time outside. His 4-year-old stands on her chair at the table with the American-flag tablecloth, and with two hands squeezes ketchup out of a plastic jar.
He sometimes finds that noises spook him, or being in an elevator or on a subway. Once, a few days after September 11, he was jolted awake in the middle of the night; his body shook uncontrollably for twenty minutes.
I think about that a lot. Therapy helps. Still, it can feel like another symptom. Surviving is a freakish experience. These people really should be dead.
They lived a miracle. They should walk through life full of joy. And yet these people—and their families sometimes more so—seem afflicted by a persistent guilt, guilt for having lived. Louise Buzzelli is vivacious and tiny, an inch or so over five feet. On September 11, , she was seven months pregnant. After speaking to her husband that morning and learning that he was about to walk down from the 64th floor, Louise hung up and turned to the TV.
Twenty minutes later, she watched as the North Tower collapsed. How am I going to bring up this baby? Louise, blonde and now with a month-old daughter named Hope, sits on the floor of the family room and talks about her complicated state.
The guilt concerned the widows. Some of the other wives are familiar with the feeling. Their inexplicable good fortune seemed a source of embarrassment. There were of them; for a few hours, Louise had been I know what they felt like, and it was only for that one day.
Louise felt she had to do something for the mothers. She wrote a song and recorded it as a CD—she has a lovely voice. She set off to sell it to raise money for their new Song for Hope Foundation www. To pursue her plan, Louise wanted to get publicity. The media, though, wanted to talk to her husband, to hear his story. And that was the last thing Buzzelli wanted.
It had taken him a long time to decide to talk about this again, and he speaks haltingly. For a long time, Buzzelli wanted to be left alone—most of the survivors did.
Billy Butler, who got himself a tattoo—a tattered flag and the date, —would go upstairs when he got home, turn on the TV, ignore his wife and kids. She seemed energized by her new mission. Their lives moved in different directions. Was it possible that, against all odds, her husband had survived only to have his marriage come apart?
We were not the same couple anymore. It was almost tearing us apart. She set out to track them down. Louise knew that thinking about September 11 pained Buzzelli. Still, she wanted him to tell his story to the media, to help publicize the foundation. He wrestled with her request.
He decided to give her a day. I just figured this has to be a dream. This is not happening. I just laid there. I heard someone cry out for help in a very faint voice. Dust in my mouth, my nose. I was just laying there. And the pain , it was shooting, like steel was like sticking at my side, by my stomach. Pentagon to provide protection, transport and more to 30, at-risk individuals from Afghanistan. Her year-old daughter Kimberly was her motivation to live.
The Department of Design and Construction contracted five construction companies to clear the rubble of the WTC from Ground Zero in order to reopen Wall Street as quickly as possible the NYC Department of Sanitation deployed thousands of staff to clean the area around the Stock Exchange and lower Manhattan in general.
Families of victims objected that the authorities improperly handled body remains. Piles of organic and non-organic waste from the rubble of the Twin Towers had, they argued, been hastily displaced and indistinctly buried along with conventional sources of municipal waste.
The remains of a privately owned vertical tower had been used to patch a broken horizontal public road network. As the families of victims filed a lawsuit for mismanagement of human remains against the municipality, the authorities objected that the debris had been inspected following a meticulous process of classification.
In the end, the judge sided with NYC. With time, however, a regime of land reclamation covered up the presence of the dead. Since , the Fresh Kills dumping ground has gradually morphed into a municipal recreational park , accessible by bike, canoe and horseback.
That's when the South Tower collapsed. Less than 30 minutes later, the North Tower would also fall. Everything went dark. His last thoughts were of his son's upcoming third birthday party, and how he would never meet the little girl his pregnant wife was carrying.
Soon, however, he "started to taste grit in my teeth and I started to smell smoke and I said, 'OK, I'm alive'.
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