Where were you when you first heard about or saw the 9/11 terrorist attacks?
I was working as a FDNY Paramedic on my day off crossing the 59th Street Bridge heading into Manhattan when I witnessed the first plane strike the Towers. I knew immediately that it wasn’t an accident by the way it turned. I headed straight down to the South Street Ferry Terminal and helped triage people that were in shock and injured. By then the second plane had struck, so I headed over to the Towers to help evacuate and direct the injured. I was in the lobby of the North Tower when it collapsed and I was severely injured, with my left knee dislocated and numerous bumps, cuts and bruises. I was dragged by a NYPD officer and a Fireman out to safety and had them help me splint my leg after pulling it straight, using cardboard boxes from the abandoned street vendors carts. I continued to work for 10 more hours digging and guiding the injured until I was ordered to go to the Hospital by a Lieutenant. I was never able to return to full duty and was put on a Disability Pension.
Since that day I have had 16 surgeries and survived 3 years of intensive chemotherapy for Follicular Lymphoma Cancer. The only reason that I believe that I didn’t die that day was because I had to be at the birth of my daughter on the 18th of September, 2001…exactly one week later. I consider her my Angel. I honestly believe that my Training as a Hospital Corpsman gave me the fortitude to be able to do what I did that day without hesitation. I served from September 1979-August 1983 and was stationed on the USS Guam LPH-9, and was part of the initial multinational peacekeeping mission in Beirut, Lebanon.