My Dad, My Hero
My Dad, My Hero
My name is Danielle, and I am 11 years old. I wanted to let everyone know that there are many heroes helping missing people at the World Trade Center, even if it means risking their own lives. One of them is my father.
The day of the WTC tragedy, my father, who is an Iron Worker of Local 40, was racing home after the first plane struck the building. He wanted to make sure my brother Billy, age 5, and I were both safe. We were both safe at school.
My mom and dad took Billy out of P.S. 114, and then, because all the bridges were closed, no cars were able to go through. He then got on his motorcycle to cross the Marine Park Bridge to pick me up at Bay Academy. I was scared, but I was so happy to see him. He took me home and we were all together, safe and sound.
This effort seemed like it was a lot for my dad, but it wasn’t. He was watching T.V. and realized that there might be many people who were still alive or trapped under the destroyed towers. He got back on his motorcycle and took off to Ground Zero as a volunteer Iron Worker.
Once at the site, he worked with firefighters to rescue the people buried under the steel and rubble. At one point, he had gently removed two firefighters who were under a fire truck. They never had a chance. It was so sad. My dad made sure not to touch them with the hot torch he was using to break the steel off of them.
He continued to work straight through the next day with firefighters, rescue teams and other Iron Workers, including my uncle, Bobby Smith, and my cousins, Jack and Mike Smith.
One day when he was working, my dad fell in a hole and injured his leg. Now he is in a cast and wishing he could go back to Ground Zero to help.
As quickly as the terrorists took the World Trade Center down, my dad, Billy Smith, and his local 40 Iron Workers, will bring it back up.