I work on the 100th floor of the Southern Tower.
I heard and felt, the first plane striking the Nothern Tower.
I looked out the windows, where the Empire State building was at, and I immediately raced for the Sky lobby on the 78th floor.
I get there and I got in the elevator shaft, that would lead me to my escape.
BOOM.
The plane came in, as I was in the elevator shaft.
I grabbed my suitcase and wedged it, in between the elevator doors before they could close.
I crawled underneath the hole I made with my suitcase and got back up to my feet.
The room turned pitch black. Dead bodies were littered, all over the floor.
It's like you could baby kick someone, to make sure if he or she was alive.
And those that did, cried out in agony.
I raced down 78 flights of stairs from Stairwell A.
I remember saying to another of my co-workers, who was with me, "It looks like God wants us to live."
I was running down Broadway and I noticed, the Southern Tower coming down.
It had only been between 5-10 minutes, when I finally made my escape from the tower, when it collapsed.
It was an "emotional armageddon" for me.
If the plane had come in, just 50 feet off to my left, I no doubt would've been incinerated and killed in the blast.
