“My Hero, His Angel”
I almost never met my father. The bravest and strongest man I know could have been only a person I looked at in faded photographs. On the morning of September 11, 2001, my mother, Patty and father, Dane were on their way to a sonogram appointment. My mom was 37 years old and 36 weeks pregnant with me kicking in her stomach. It was a high risk pregnancy because of her age and my dad took off that day to make sure he could be there with her. This doctors appointment was the one thing that kept my father out of New York City on the day two planes flew into the Twin Towers. Because of this he calls me his guardian angel.
My father is a New York City firefighter for the last 33 years. After the attack on 9/11 he had to go into the city for search and rescue because there was an emergency call for all firemen to come into the city and help out on ground zero. Once my dad was in the city it was very scary for my mom, two older brothers, and the rest of my family be they had no idea if there was gonna be additional attacks or if he was gonna come home. Three weeks later I was born on October 5, 2001 and I feel so lucky to have him in my life. Everyday my dad goes to work he risks his life to save others, that is why I call him my hero. What I’ve learned from this experience is that you shouldn’t take any day of your life for granted because my life would have been so much different had my dad died in 9/11. There were 343 firefighters killed at ground zero that day. Each and everyone of their families lives changed forever, but my father always says that I truly am his guardian angel and how im the reason he wasn't killed on 9/11. In reality though I think he is a hero for his sacrifices and ultimately you should live everyday of your life like it is your last.
