A blind friend of mine was working in the South Tower that day, on the 86th floor. He made it out and as he and a co-worker were nearing a subway entrance east of the World Trade Center plaza, they could hear the North Tower collapsing. I met with his wife at their home in Westfield and we waited most of the day before we learned her husband was O.K. and on his way home.
I was in a men’s Bible Study group the other evening and several men were relating stories of how they had been protected from harm. One fellow, probably late 70s, told us he had been in New York to attend a meeting in one of the Towers on the 11th. The night of the 10th he was advised that his meeting was cancelled.