I am alive because of someone I do not know.
A compassionate stranger, carried me down a dozen flights of steps that horrific september day.
Had it not been for this stranger, I would not be alive to tell my story.
I am wheelchair bound, but that has never slowed me down, until that horrific day, the elevators were no longer working, and I was trapped. So many of us were trapped, both able bodied and disabled.
I was one of the lucky ones, I am here to tell my story. My voice was not silenced, when those enemies attacked our shores, if anything my voice is louder.
I am alive, beause a stranger, I can not even recall whether it was a man or woman, all I know is that I am grateful to be alive, still I grieve, when something like this happens, I am alive, and I am here to tell my story.
My story is not only mine, it is the story of many others.
Some are unable to tell their stories though, their voice was silenced that horrible day.
I am alive, and I am grateful.
I owe my life to a unknown hero.