“Bar stools go through windows. It works. That’s all we could do,” said Wennerstrom.
“My granddaughter, thank God she’s still here. As my daughter tried to protect the kids, she lost her life. We consider her a hero.”
“He sat down against the wall right beside the boarding line. People passed by him boarding the plane as he sat there in tears of amazement – his baby girl was making her debut into the world.”
“It was then that I saw it. My husband was a hero. In that moment I witnessed in his deepest, darkest despair, yet he still did the right thing.”
“Deena: ‘Where are you? Are you in the air?’ Tom: ‘Yes, just listen. Our airplane has been hijacked. It’s up to us. I think we can do it.’ Deena: ‘I love you.’ Tom: ‘Don’t worry, we’re going to do something…’ Tom’s last act on earth was one of the most courageous things imaginable. I’ll never forget Tom’s last words. I hope you won’t either.”
“All she was cared about was that her drugs were fine. But it didn’t matter to him. He was happy to help someone in trouble.”
“He said he just did what he had to do.”
“We were near the 9/11 Memorial entrance. It was POURING rain. ‘You guys come with me.’ He escorted us past the long line, past the police officers, and told the security guards, ‘These are my two friends, let them in.’ Before he left, he told us to look for him in the museum; we would find his picture and the watch he wore that fateful day. Sure enough, we did.”
He swung himself from balcony to balcony with his bare hands.
“I slowed my breathing down and prepared for entry. As I touched the door knob…BAM! I never saw it coming! My vision was gone. I heard several loud bangs. On the radio I could hear, ‘OFFICER DOWN!’ What? ‘Wait a minute. Am I the officer down?!’ The next thing I remember I was in a weird place, swelling and turning blue.”