Proof The Bible Is True

On September 11, 2001, I was on the phone at my desk in 2 Chase Manhattan Plaza, a few blocks away from the World Trade Center. The second plane had hit. I was frantically trying to warn people in the downtown buildings I supervised. “We gotta get out of here,” my buddy Andre said. “The Towers are collapsing!”

We made our way to the lobby, where blackness enveloped us. People were screaming. “Where do we go?” someone cried.

“Here,” I called out, and Andre and I led a few others into the terrifying dark cloud of smoke and dust outside our door. “Follow my voice,” I told the group. “We’ll head for the East River.”

The narrow streets of downtown New York are like a maze. How would we find our way in the darkness? Lord, lead me to the water.

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