I work on the 86th floor of the Southern Tower for New York State of Taxation.

Dianne Gladstone is the boss of my company.

I was in the sky lobby on the 78th floor, just wanting to get out of harm's way, after the Nothern Tower was struck.

BOOM.

The impact was so intense, you could see, the back of a wingtip - with what I'm guessing a Boeing 767 - embedded into the wall.

The Southern Tower was truck and I thought, initially I was on fire. The heat was unbearable.

My shoe was blown off my left foot. My watch was blown off my left wrist. I lost a third of my upper arm.

I was badly burned but, I somehow got back up, to my feet.

I see Dianne Gladstone lying motionless on the ground.

Dianne was dead.

I thought for sure that I was going to die, right here and there.

A man, I later found out named Eric Thompson, guided me, helped me and saved my life.

He directed me down 78 flights of stairs of Stairwell A.

I finally got outside, and jumped in the back of an ambulance, with Ling Young.

After only a block or two away from where we were at, we heard a loud, Pro founding noise.

The Southern Tower was coming down.