Seriously couldn’t imagine what was going on their heads when they had to make the choice between jumping or burning to death. It fucking saddens me to think that the last decision they made on earth was their choice on which way to die.
I agree. Just sit and think for a minute. Don’t reblog yet, don’t keep scrolling, don’t change the page. JUST THINK. What would you do, if your senses were filled like this? If the walls were crumbling before your eyes. Fire everywhere. Smoke and fumes. Screams and sirens. You’re looking around looking for a way out but you know there is none. Imagine, your last choice on Earth was which way you would end your life. Imagine trying to call your wife, husband, child, mother, father, sister, brother, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, cousin, boyfriend, girlfriend to tell them that you weren’t coming home. You would never see them again. Imagine. You see all of this. You sense all of this. Information overload. You decide to jump, because at least that way, you will have some sort of escape from the turmoil that put you in that position. They didn’t deserve this.
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Ten Years Later: A Tribute 9/11
My favorite 9/11 tribute in New York City can be found in Bryant Park. 2,819 empty chairs on the lawn facing the site where the World Trade Center once stood, one chair for every life lost. The number of empty chairs captures the enormity of the lives lost and the stark emptiness of it just drives home the point that I hope is never forgotten. 2,819 people were here one moment and gone the next. 2,819 went to work or boarded a plane one morning ten years ago thinking it would be another ordinary day and they never came home.
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I just can’t explain this shit at all.
6. Your favorite season and why
I don’t think I have a favorite season.. When it’s summer, I miss winter. When it’s winter, I miss summer. I like dressing in layers in winter tho!
