911 - HE WAS THE JANITOR🔑
And on September 11, 2001 the key in his pocket suddenly became one of the most important keys in America.
His name was William Rodriguez.
He had worked at the World Trade Center for roughly 20 years.
That morning, Rodriguez was in the basement of the North Tower when American Airlines Flight 11 struck the building.
Chaos erupted.
A badly burned man appeared.
Rodriguez helped him.
Then he could have gotten out.
He went back … Because Rodriguez had something almost nobody else in that building had:
A MASTER KEY 🔑
It opened the stairwell doors throughout the North Tower.
Firefighters and police were rushing into a building thousands of terrified people were trying to escape.
Rodriguez knew the building.
And he had the key.
So he went UP with the rescuers.
Floor after floor.
Door after door.
Unlock. Open. Keep moving.
People were coming down.
Rodriguez kept going up.
He reportedly made it as high as the 39th floor before firefighters ordered him to turn around.
Think about that.
The building had been struck by a passenger jet.
Smoke was spreading.
People were desperately trying to get OUT.
And the janitor was climbing farther INSIDE.
Rodriguez eventually made it back down and survived.
But approximately 200 people he knew at the World Trade Center did not.
25 years later he still carries the memories of that morning.
And he still has the master key.
We remember the firefighters.
We remember the police officers.
We remember the passengers who fought back.
🔥We should also remember the janitor with the key.
William Rodriguez wasn’t carrying a badge.
He wasn’t carrying a weapon.
He was carrying something much simpler.
A key.
And when America was attacked, he used what he had to help save whoever he could.
Never forget William Rodriguez.
Marie Lukas was 32, a securities broker with Cantor Fitzgerald’s eSpeed unit on the 103rd floor of the North Tower, when American Airlines Flight 11 struck the building below her on September 11, 2001.
She had already been in that tower during the 1993 bombing. Her dad, FDNY firefighter Frank Lukas (Engine 226) helped her evacuate that day.
On that day, though, she was above a wound that had closed every stair. She called him twice.
The first time she said a plane had hit and the exits were blocked.
The second time the office was filling with smoke and the people around her, knowing he had been a firefighter, asked whether they should break a window for air. He told them not to, that a sudden draft could feed the fire. Her last words to him were “OK, Dad.”
She did not come home.
Remembering Betty Ann Ong.
She grew up in San Francisco’s Chinatown, the youngest of four, the kid who used to watch planes take off at SFO and later made flying her life.
Friends called her Bee.
She collected Beanie Babies, visited seniors in Boston on her days off, and picked up extra trips so she could afford a vacation with her sister.
On September 11, 2001, that extra trip put her on American Airlines Flight 11.
She was not supposed to be on that plane.
From the rear galley she picked up an Airfone and became the first person to tell the ground what was happening: the cockpit would not answer, people had been stabbed, the cabin was filling with something that made it hard to breathe.
“I think we’re getting hijacked,” she said.
Then she stayed on the line for 23 minutes.
She gave seat numbers.
She answered questions.
Near the end she asked them to pray.
That call was the first confirmed warning that the country was under attack.
It helped controllers begin clearing the sky.
The 9/11 Commission later called her a hero.
A recreation center in her old neighborhood now carries her name.
She was 45.
She was doing her job until the last second.
Today is a good day to say her name.
😂 The rules of politics are apparently very simple:
Trump proposes sending Americans a $5,000 dividend:
“BRIBERY! HE’S BUYING VOTES!” 😱
Politicians promise “free” healthcare, college, housing, childcare, groceries, transportation and everything else under the sun:
“✨Compassion✨”
Amazing how quickly “buying votes” becomes “helping people” depending on whose name is attached to the check. 😂
And just a reminder: none of it is actually free. Somebody pays for it.
Remembering my dear friend’s niece, Alicia Titus. She had been a flight attendant for nine months and was aboard United Flight 175 when it crashed into the South Tower. She was 28 years old. 🕊️🕯️