I was working at my job which was about eight blocks away. I walked through Battery Park not more than 25 minutes before. I was at my desk when the first plane hit. I called security to find out what the noise was and was told that a plane hit one of the towers. I could see the building burning from the window of the ladies room in my building. As I left, I heard the second plane hit. We were evacuated and I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to my sister’s house which was almost 8 miles away. On the way the a man announced that the Pentagon was on fire. Shortly thereafter, the first tower went down. A woman in front of me fainted. Hundreds of us walked across the Brooklyn Bridge through a Muslim neighborhood. Those filthy bastards came out of their stores and muttered to one another in their language knowing full well what went on. A girl I met said “this wouldn’t have happned if Clinton was still President.” I just held my tongue. As we passed an Arab school, the veiled women pulled their children closer to them. They knew who was responsible. It was their kin folk. I managed to get a call to my family to let them know I was okay. I am shaking as I write this. I was one of the lucky ones. I lost no friends or family members and yet I am still raw and feel like I did.