Personal Narrative Essay : A Guy In A Red Bandana

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

It was the morning of September 11, 2001 in New York City. I woke up at 6:00 am to put my uniform on and say goodbye to my wife and children as I head off to work. The morning started off just fine, the sun was shining the skies were blue, and traffic was heavy as businessmen and women were headed to work. I work with Brooklyn’s Ladder Company No. 157 as a firefighter. I went into work and greeted my friend George johnson who is also a firefighter. It was around 8:47 when I got the call that they were dispatching us and telling us to head to the north tower because there was an attack. When I heard the news I was in shock and couldn't believe it, but I knew what had to be done. I remember running into that building and all I could think about was am i going to make it out to see my family again, my main goal was to stay safe, and help as many people as

“I still couldn’t believe what happened that day!” Michael exclaimed with his croaked voice. “I literally thought the world was ending right in front of me, my wife, and my baby as the Twin Towers were reduced to rubble.” Sometimes it was surprising to see how an hour could turn the financial capital of the world into a state of chaos and anarchy. I was near the area reporting about a local family living under poverty when tragedy struck back in 2001, and now I am presenting to you a story of a survivor of this horrific incident.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, exactly at 9:22 a.m., I woke up to start my day and turned my television on. Instantly, Fox News had reported that a commercial plane had smashed into the Twin Towers of New York City, just minutes earlier. While the story was certainly shocking, I wanted to know more and watched the horrific aftermath unfold, as it continued to happen. I remember an incredible feeling of sadness that I could do nothing to help the people in these buildings, as well as a great concern that more attempts could be made to create further tragedy elsewhere.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was an unusually sunny days for the early fall. After I walked my kids to school, I came back and I called Comcast because they had raised my bill. I turned on the news, and hung up with Comcast right away. A plane had hit the North World Trade Center. I couldn't keep my eyes off the news, and then a plane hit the South World Trade Center, and then the Pentagon, and then a plane crashed into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. I couldn’t believe what was happening. When I saw the first crash, I thought it was a mistake; and then it happened three more times. The passengers and flight attendants on Flight 93 are some of the bravest people out there. After I saw everything I didn’t know what do, except cry. At about 11 am, I went into my bedroom and told my husband, “You’re never going to believe what’s happening in this world: two planes crashed into both of the World Trade Centers and everything is on fire.” Fortunately, I did not know anyone who had their life taken away in this horrible event, but my brother-in-law, was in Boston, and was supposed to fly back home, leaving from Logan International Airport. Since all United States airports and flight had been grounded, the best he could do was rent a rental car and drive back to Crozet, Virginia. For the second time that I

Sitting in my office felt like any other day. The sun was shining through my window, I could hear the elevators doors opening and closing, and the smell of coffee seeped into my office. But then, the sound of all of the voices ceased as we felt a rumble in the floor beneath us. I turned to look at my watch, it was 8:45 a.m. on September 11, 2001. I thought my eyes must have been deceiving me as I watched my office walls split apart. Then I heard the footsteps running down the stairs as well as

On March 4th, 2018, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0150 hours I was dispatched to Shocker Hall for a suspicious character report. The suspicious character was a white male wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt riding a skateboard. I arrived at approximately 0151 hours on the south side of Shocker Hall and walked down the south steps towards the courtyard. Officer Andrew Abbey was on scene talking with an individual fitting the suspicions character description, see Officer Abbey's report. I spoke with the individual later identified as Tyler Micol Dane Kuhn. Kuhn's eyes were glassy and his pupils were large. Kuhn's hands were shaking and he seemed confused. Kuhn wasn't able to

My name is Sarah Lee and I’m going to tell you the story of what happened on September 11th, 2001. My father worked in the North Tower in the World Trade Center. My sister told him she wanted to work there when she was older, so he took her to work with him. I headed to the door, grabbing my shoes along with my mom’s, dad’s, and sister’s. Sitting on the floor, I put my shoes on and went to the kitchen to get a drink. I need to take a walk, smell the fresh air, and think positive so I have a good day. . “I’m going to go outside and take a walk mom,” I call through the house, my hand on the doorknob. ”I’ll be back later.” She said “Alright sweetie. Be safe. See ya later.” I nodded and walked outside.

It was a normal, September morning for Roz and her daughter, Amanda. She dropped her off at her school and rode the subway to get to her job at the first World Trade Center building. After a few minutes of entering the building, arriving at the 88th floor, and engaging in light small talk with a coworker, an explosion occurred that shook the whole building. Dazed and confused, Roz and her coworkers stood in confusion wondering what happened. It wasn’t until they saw one of their team members badly burned from head to toe that they realized that what had happened. Frantically, they ran towards a stairwell and descended down 80+ flights of stairs to the safety of the firefighter and police filled lobby. At a point of desperation and exhaustion, Roz was lucky to find a ride to her daughter’s school where family members were already there waiting to hear a call of good news (A Survivor’s Story). Stories like these are a dime a dozen, although many were not as lucky as Roz. The attack on September 11th, 2001 forever changed the lives of many and the consequences had a radical effect on all aspects of life including politics, health, and discrimination acts.

On September 11th 2001, New York was attacked by terrorists. When asked about the day of the attack, my father told his story. My father’s day started out by him getting on the bus at 4:35 to go to Grand Central Terminal, his job at the time. He arrived at work around six a.m.. He punched in and started his typical day. Three hours went by and this is when things took a turn for the bad side.

Suddenly there was screaming behind me. Then an even louder and more ominous sound took the screaming’s place. Jogging over to the other side of the office, it was impossible to miss that all my co-workers were glued to the window. There was a plane, an actual plane, heading straight for the north tower!

My mom squeezed my hand with tears running down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes when the nurse walked in. We were ready to get the appointment started. First came the normal check up procedures. I desperately wanted the doctor to come so I could tell him my symptoms and get out of this place. The nurse finished up and we were told to wait for Doctor Phil to come in.

Last night after watching Neko the new t.v. series I fell asleep. I was joyful knowing I didn’t have to worry about waking up and being tied to a chair by little Red Chief. BZZZZZ off went my morning alarm. I turned over to see what time it was 2:30am it stated i turned it off, and walked in the bathroom. I took a shower then put clean clothes on ,and went into the kitchen looked in the cabinets to find no waffle mix. I walked out my front door closing it behind me ,and started walking. As soon, as I paid for my pink box of waffle mix i heard RUN!!! I looked behind me and saw a kid that looked like a muddy wall running with red hair. I saw it was Red chief I ran as fast as I can and made it in my door. I thought in time when i heard someone

The sky was crying, wetting the scorched earth trying to heal its wounds. The jewels seeped deep into the core, breathing life where previously there had been none. I breathed the fresh smell and imagined that it could fix me too… but the precious drops dripped off me, repelled by my bright red

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and