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Hi everyone.
I just wanted to let you know that I just got back from NYC. It really made no sense to go, but my mother was falling apart so I put her in the car and we just went. It took us days, but we found my brother. He's alive.
I can't tell you what I'm feeling, what it felt like to find my bother's name on the list of injured. It sounds like a cliche, but I really did laugh and cry at the same time.
My brother doesn't remember much of what happened. He remembers the plane hitting the first tower, and his office deciding to evacuate, but that's it. He has burns on his face, arms and hands, plus a fractured skull and clavicle from falling debris. I talked to several doctors and hospital staff, and they said my brother arrived with two fire-fighters, all covered with dust. The theory is that he had made it to the street and a little ways further when the first tower collapsed. I would have liked to thank those firefighters--I'm sure they saved my brother's life--but they were already gone. They were treated and released, and went back to work.
I've met so many people in these last few days, people looking for friends, husbands, wives, daughters and sons. Many of these people won't hear the same news my mother and I did. They'll never get the chance to talk to their loved ones, to hold them, to tell them they love them just one more time. I got that chance, and I feel lucky and guilty at the same time.
Remember what's important, everyone. When I got home today, it was to one interview invite (my state school), and to the news that my application still had not been verified. Big deal.
I still want to be a doctor, maybe now more than ever, but now the little fustrations we're all going through in the application process just don't seem that important. When you get pissed off at AMCAS or whatever, go hug your boyfriend or your mom or your cat. Tell them you love them, and try to remember how lucky you are.
Good Luck Everyone.
Racergirl
I just wanted to let you know that I just got back from NYC. It really made no sense to go, but my mother was falling apart so I put her in the car and we just went. It took us days, but we found my brother. He's alive.
I can't tell you what I'm feeling, what it felt like to find my bother's name on the list of injured. It sounds like a cliche, but I really did laugh and cry at the same time.
My brother doesn't remember much of what happened. He remembers the plane hitting the first tower, and his office deciding to evacuate, but that's it. He has burns on his face, arms and hands, plus a fractured skull and clavicle from falling debris. I talked to several doctors and hospital staff, and they said my brother arrived with two fire-fighters, all covered with dust. The theory is that he had made it to the street and a little ways further when the first tower collapsed. I would have liked to thank those firefighters--I'm sure they saved my brother's life--but they were already gone. They were treated and released, and went back to work.
I've met so many people in these last few days, people looking for friends, husbands, wives, daughters and sons. Many of these people won't hear the same news my mother and I did. They'll never get the chance to talk to their loved ones, to hold them, to tell them they love them just one more time. I got that chance, and I feel lucky and guilty at the same time.
Remember what's important, everyone. When I got home today, it was to one interview invite (my state school), and to the news that my application still had not been verified. Big deal.
I still want to be a doctor, maybe now more than ever, but now the little fustrations we're all going through in the application process just don't seem that important. When you get pissed off at AMCAS or whatever, go hug your boyfriend or your mom or your cat. Tell them you love them, and try to remember how lucky you are.
Good Luck Everyone.
Racergirl
