this may not be your cup of tea...

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(we see these kind of stories every year. they become routine, and well worn, or are they)

http://www.lvrj.com/sports/58001277.html

"It was 8:53 a.m. when we began talking. He told me he had broken off with his employees. They had gone down an express elevator to the ground level, and he had gone back to get some personal effects. For whatever reason, he just went back.

"His (office) was on the 78th floor of the South Tower. It was part sky lobby and the rest offices. We were talking on the phone, and he looked out the window, and saw Flight 175 make that left-hand bank turn on line with his office.

"He said, 'Oh my God, Andrew, here comes another plane. I love you. Take care of the family.'

"That was it. The next thing I heard was the roar of the motors and windows shattering.

"Then the phone went dead.

"Pretty shitty thing, huh?"

Imagine that being the final conversation with your father. The roar of the motors and windows shattering. The phone goes dead. Imagine that horror.

Andrew Levine lived it, and to this day can't get past it. He never completely will. Since that moment he has sort of wandered through life, searching for answers that will never come and for a path that might lead him to some sense of normalcy beyond the day America was attacked and his father murdered.

"I don't know how you even approach the idea of processing something like it," he said. "Sometimes the brain will just not let you forget. There is no closure. I've gone for a lot of help. I would love to get past it and to be better and better each year. ............................................