Coach Bill / Dad, Entrepreneur Special Educator, American Political Scientist, Writer, Musician.

The World Trade Center, Manhattan 9/11/01 Being a hero has nothing to do with the way you look, and everything to do with the kind of person you are, during extraordinary circumstances. Seemingly ordinary people operating in extraordinary ways suddenly change. They became unmistakably different, even resolute in focus, as if on a mission.  Their are untold stories circulating around the tragedy that took place on September 11, in 2001. That most well-known stories are those of the fire fighters rushing up the stairs of the World Trade Center towers looking to get people out of the building, many of these fire fighters got trapped inside as they did their job. Paramedics and all kinds of official first responders placed their health in harms way as they rushed towards the disaster. Airborne debris-filled the air, and at the time of the chaos to help the injured, it was not known if the attacks would continue. Going forth into situations, predicaments and untenable envir...

It was a 'normal' day. Like a magnet, Manhattan called its workers, its movers and its shakers to its shores for another full day of business and hustle. I was in Boston getting ready to go for a run. Still in a dream-state, Victor, one of my housemates turned on the circa 1980's television in our run-down college apartment showing that an airplane had smashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. I had been to the bar at the top many times with my college friends, Windows of the World. We liked to go there overtime we made the trip to New York from Boston. I still remember the ambiance and music. I remember my conversations with my friends. We felt we were on top of the world. It was magical. I went for my run through Boston's streets off Commonwealth Avenue. Victor and I ran 3-4 miles. Upon our return, the guys and gals who we shared the house were glued to the television. Another plane hit. This was big. Smoke was billowing out. People were jumpin...