My Mom just retired from the New York Police Department on September 11, 2011. She's been working there for 25 years.
Basically, this is my second 9:11 tribute, but also a tribute to my Mom. Here is my story.
My mom just got promoted to sergeant at the time. She was at work at the time in Manhattan when the first plane crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. My brother and I were at school. So she calls my school from the phone at her precinct. And she requests to speak with me. The quote on the image is the one thing I remember her saying while she was speaking to me on the phone. I told her that I loved her too, and then we said our goodbyes and she hung up. She and her partner were two of the First Responders to arrive, and they arrived minutes after the South Tower crashed. Mom volunteered to go in the North Tower to help some of the people escape. However, her partner took her place and went inside instead. The North Tower crashed minutes later. He never got out. And his remains were never found.
Sometimes you don’t know how lucky you are.
Congratulations, Mom. I'm glad you're still here and kicking @$$. I'm proud of you, and I love you.
*You might notice that Mom looks like Courtney. Well, she's supposed to. XP