Kensington Blog has a personal post about how a relative, a friend, or a total stranger can do something that will save your life.
For me it was a hand that grabbed my foot when I was about two years
old. I guess the view of East 4th street from our roof looked inviting.
It was the hand of a young mother (my mom) that pulled me back inside
our apartment just moments before I would become another dot on a NYC
chart. For my cousin Pete, another son of Kensington and East 4th, it
was the voice of a stranger screaming at him to run faster just before
a piece of an airliner killed the person directly behind him on a sunny
day in September 2001. It may have also been the“Brooklyn” in my
cousins blood too that saved his life. When the loud speakers blared
the instructions that “everything is OK and there is no need to
evacuate at the present time”. My attorney cousin just said “bullshit”
and left only to meet up with falling jet parts on the street below.
Buy hey, he was back to work the next day up in Westchester, you got to
love that Empire Blue Cross.They probably helped him forget 9/11 by
making him work on 9/12.