Sometimes I wonder how big must the heart of God BE to handle all the tragedies of this world since Cain killed his brother.
I don't really know him, I've only met him twice or so. I didn't even know he was in the building until his father emailed my father a newspaper story about his escape.
Two former coworkers of mine were on the 101st floor, and weren't as lucky as my cousin.
Me, either. I made it about halfway through.