09/10/2026
I stood at the foot of the World Trade Center, framing the towering steel through my 28–70mm lens, when the world utterly broke.
What happened next didn’t register as real. It unfolded right before my eyes like a scene from a movie—a nightmare so cinematic and immense that my mind simply couldn’t process what I was seeing. I was completely paralyzed, frozen in pure, quiet disbelief as the giant structure began to yield.
Then the shock of the moment gave way to absolute clarity: it wasn’t just falling, it was coming directly for me.
Instinct took over, wiping away every artistic focus. I turned and ran with everything I had as a monstrous cloud of dust and debris rolled down the street behind me, diving straight through the doorway of J&R Music World just as the wave rushed past the glass outside.
I know I am profoundly lucky to be alive. If that building had come down in any other direction or any other way, none of us on those streets would have made it out. You don’t just walk away from a moment like that—it changes your life forever.
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