Because I just don't feel like typing out all the details again, here is what I posted to the people who were worried about me in rec.arts.bodyart. The difference between that post and the one I made higher up in this thread is that since the post I made here, I've talked to my mom.
From rec.arts.bodyart:
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>Jess, Keith, everyone else...please check in so we know you are OK.
I'm not in NYC. I'm in Nebraska... which is why I spent the morning with my
heart in my throat because I could not get in touch with ANYONE to find out
if my mom is okay. My mom works^Hed on the 20th floor in one of the
buildings (I assume the one that was hit first). She is partially disabled
and had to abandon her scooter. Her coworkers helped her down the stairs
through smoke and debris and gushing water as slowly as she needed to go.
Every once in a while, someone would make loud "hurry up" noises behind them
and they'd step aside and let the noisy people go, but for the most part,
everyone was WONDERFUL.
My mom and her coworkers booked it uptown and commandiered a cab. The cab
driver didn't want to take them anywhere, but my mom told him that they'd
just lived through hell and he was most certainly going to take them to the
East Village, and they were going to give him a heap of money for it. An
hour or so later they were in an apartment on Avenue C, eating Popeye's
chicken and reflecting on what had happened.
I only just talked to her now and I was shaking and weeping while she was
relating this story to me in her most conversational manner. She was
amazingly cool about the whole thing. She said that she and her companions
talked about it and compared notes and realized that they don't really feel
angry. Stunned and tired? Yes. But not angry. She said that the biggest
sabre-rattlers in this whole thing are not the people who ran through
raining debris. She said she heard people in the stairwells as they were
evacuating talking about what an ass Bush is.
Don't contribute to the panic. Don't contribute to the ridiculous
conjecture. Don't contribute to the hate. Don't line up for gas at $4 a
gallon. This is a horrendous and unprecedented thing, and we will feel the
effects for years to come, and my thoughts and wishes are with everyone who
has family and/or friends in those buildings... but we *must* do everything
we can to regain some degree of normalcy as quickly as possible.
Let's roast some newbies and see some tattoos, for fuck's sake.
Jess
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