Written today, September 11, 2020, by a Crown Heights Hatzalah member’s daughter:
Four years old.
Innocent and Naive
I come home from school
Just like any other day
Awaiting my cheery hello
How was school
But something was different
Something felt amiss
Maybe somber?
The musty smell greeted me
And then I saw it
White as snow
A pile of clothes
My father’s clothes
Sitting wilted in the hallway
As a testimony
To a tragedy that befell our nation
My father
The hero!
8:46, that infamous morning
First tower hit
No, he didn’t wait for others
Didn’t think of himself
Just ran
With a mission
With a passion
To help
To do
To be there
9:02, CRASH
Second tower hit
He was there
Ready to give his life
For others
For strangers
In the rubble
In the smoke
In the turmoil
Under a pile of people
Not breathing
Nearing the end
The moment of truth
Is it all over?
Is that how his life will end?
But no
Hashem chose otherwise
Miraculously
I don’t know how
He got out
Escaped the upheaval
He made it
Hi lived
He’s alive
I got my Tatty back!
Thank you Hashem
There’s no other words
Today
I contemplate
I appreciate
I reflect
On what could have been
But wasn’t
And it’s all Hashem
Thank you Hashem!
I got my Tatty back!
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Beautiful!
Boruch Hashem!