Friday, September 9, 2016
I've been trapped and "rescued" twice. Once, I was stuck in an elevator between floors. Firemen got it going again but it was a long, hot wait. The other time was worse. On the 20th floor of my high rise apartment building, black smoke was clogging the hallway ( I remembered those wet towels under the door). Firemen down on the street used their bullhorns to warn us to stay put. This, when the smoke was now filling up the place. Both times, it took awhile before I was able to calm down.
That's why I am hesitating to see the movie "Sully" and why I avoided "United 93" even though Bill worked on that one.
Sometimes, it takes even longer to calm down. I was listening today to an airline employee who happily checked the highjackers onto one of the 9/11 planes. It's taken him until now to be able to talk about it. Another story popping up in early September. It seems to happen every year.