The Leap Toward Heaven I lay my head back and try to mentally prepare myself. Tomorrow was the big day. I was moving up to be the manager of Windows of the World, the greatest restaurants in New York. This was my biggest accomplishment since I moved to New York, alongside being named Youth Pastor of the nearby church. I have lived in New York for 3 years with my wife, Sara, and our two children, a five-year-old named Matthew and eight-year-old Hannah. I love them very much and would do anything for them. Sara and I are stressed a lot because of having two children and both having a full time jobs, so it is quite a challenge. The word, “Dad!” shakes me from thoughts. My daughter Hannah is yelling from down the hall. “Please go to sleep,”
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I know I’d better look good today. I go into the bathroom and stare at a mirror. I look at my flowing black hair, see my scruffy black beard, and think, “Man, I look good.” I get in the shower and then put on my black suit. I go to Sara and kiss her on the cheek, telling her goodbye. Matthew and Hannah are next as I wish them a good day at school. I got up earlier than usual today because I wanted to look good for my boss and not make him second guess his decision to promote me. My goodbyes were more hurried than normal, but I didn’t have time to feel guilty. I begin my walk to work. It is about a 10 minute walk to work, but I don’t mind. I love drinking coffee in the mornings, as it starts up my brain. I stop by The Coffee Shop, which is my favorite. As I approach, I look up at the World Trade Center thinking how much larger these buildings look from the outside. I walk in and greet the kind lady at the front desk. I never really studied her until now. She has grey hair and is quite tall. She has worked here ever since I’ve been coming. I then pull out my badge to show her that I work here. I make my way to the elevator, nervous about my promotion. I hate how I work on the 107th floor, but I sure don’t mind the paycheck. The elevator ride always took so long, stopping multiple times to drop people off. By the time I get to the office, it is 7:30, just enough time to get settled and …show more content…
I answer them truthfully and diligently, trying to show my eagerness but not too much. I am in the middle of answering a question to see if I am fit for the job when there is a loud boom beneath, sending shock through my body, then a rumble at our feet. It sounds as if something had blown up below. The noise level in the office grows louder every second as no one knows what is going on. The sound of two metal pans getting smacked together gets everyone to shut up. A scrawny little man shouts at the top of his lungs that a plane has hit below us. Then, immediate panic. My first reaction was, “there is no way,” until I look out the window and see the smoke slowly rising up. Grown men and women start crying. Calls are made to family and friends. I decide to call Sara. I grab my phone out of my pocket, shaking with fear. At this point I know my chances of living and slim to none. I vaguely hear the ring in the corner of my ear. I wonder if she has already heard of the attack. Her soft, “Hello” tells me she
I know I’d better look good today. I go into the bathroom and stare at a mirror. I look at my flowing black hair, see my scruffy black beard, and think, “Man, I look good.” I get in the shower and then put on my black suit. I go to Sara and kiss her on the cheek, telling her goodbye. Matthew and Hannah are next as I wish them a good day at school. I got up earlier than usual today because I wanted to look good for my boss and not make him second guess his decision to promote me. My goodbyes were more hurried than normal, but I didn’t have time to feel guilty. I begin my walk to work. It is about a 10 minute walk to work, but I don’t mind. I love drinking coffee in the mornings, as it starts up my brain. I stop by The Coffee Shop, which is my favorite. As I approach, I look up at the World Trade Center thinking how much larger these buildings look from the outside. I walk in and greet the kind lady at the front desk. I never really studied her until now. She has grey hair and is quite tall. She has worked here ever since I’ve been coming. I then pull out my badge to show her that I work here. I make my way to the elevator, nervous about my promotion. I hate how I work on the 107th floor, but I sure don’t mind the paycheck. The elevator ride always took so long, stopping multiple times to drop people off. By the time I get to the office, it is 7:30, just enough time to get settled and …show more content…
I answer them truthfully and diligently, trying to show my eagerness but not too much. I am in the middle of answering a question to see if I am fit for the job when there is a loud boom beneath, sending shock through my body, then a rumble at our feet. It sounds as if something had blown up below. The noise level in the office grows louder every second as no one knows what is going on. The sound of two metal pans getting smacked together gets everyone to shut up. A scrawny little man shouts at the top of his lungs that a plane has hit below us. Then, immediate panic. My first reaction was, “there is no way,” until I look out the window and see the smoke slowly rising up. Grown men and women start crying. Calls are made to family and friends. I decide to call Sara. I grab my phone out of my pocket, shaking with fear. At this point I know my chances of living and slim to none. I vaguely hear the ring in the corner of my ear. I wonder if she has already heard of the attack. Her soft, “Hello” tells me she