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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by Marie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:31:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alan,

Thank you for sharing this well written tale that touched me!

Love,

Marie</description>
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<p>Thank you for sharing this well written tale that touched me!</p>
<p>Love,</p>
<p>Marie</p>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by Alan Bleiweiss</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alan Bleiweiss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 03:27:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hal, Sara, 

After such an intensely emotional day, I&#039;d just been settling down when I saw your comments.  This time, as the tears roll down my cheeks, they&#039;re tears of unbridled appreciation that you are my brother and sister... 

I love you with all my heart and soul</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hal, Sara, </p>
<p>After such an intensely emotional day, I&#8217;d just been settling down when I saw your comments.  This time, as the tears roll down my cheeks, they&#8217;re tears of unbridled appreciation that you are my brother and sister&#8230; </p>
<p>I love you with all my heart and soul</p>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by Sara</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 03:13:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m proud of both of my brothers; their hearts are so clear. Thaks you for sharing your feelings and memories with the rest of us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m proud of both of my brothers; their hearts are so clear. Thaks you for sharing your feelings and memories with the rest of us.</p>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by hal</title>
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		<dc:creator>hal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:42:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you my brother. on sept 13th ( I think that&#039;s the date.)our crew was taking a perimeter walk around the pile we stopped at the bottom of that stairwell. we also looked up and saw the glass atrium. you could see some of the steel still standing and one large chunk had come through the glass and landed in the middle of the atrium. i never saw those grand stairs without dust and debris on it. one more vivid memory is when we wee standing on liberty street. we all looked up at a black building i don&#039;t know what building it was, but about 30 or 40 story&#039;s up there as a megga gash in the side of it like some great hand came and just grabbed a piece of the building out that was around 5 or 6 story&#039;s tall and like id guess 30 feet wide.as you know over the years we were in that city many time nut on these days it didn&#039;t look like our city.. the buildings, cars, trees, people all were covered with white powdered dust. those towers were filled with chairs desks file cabinets and all sorts of furniture. all we saw was dust and steel. sad to think that so much of that was pulverized in the collapse. But actually the most touching moment came on sept 11th it&#039;s self when my wife who left work to go get our son out of school early to come to the fire house brought our 9 year old son and he turned to me and asked &quot;daddy are we gonna die. that was the moment for me that i resolved to try to move on and see this extremely traumatic experience through. for him.for those left behind and for those that were still missing at that moment. i think we had 8 firefighters that were also members of F.D.N.Y. we started to try to account for each and every one of them. and i think that evening Chief Pete was the only one that we had not found heard from or got a message from that were ok. see in the end I only played a very very small part of 9/11 as every other member did we all wanted to be there to do our part. our powerlessness was obvious. many o us just kept coming back to the fire house because we didn&#039;t know what else to do. id go home for a few hours and hug lorraine and anthony an just felt the need to be at headquarters. i still dont know why but i just remember i had to be there. now 8 years later we filled facebook with images of that day, memorials, remembrances. and life goes on. yes we are all different people. hopefully a little more compassionate, loving grateful and patriotic.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you my brother. on sept 13th ( I think that&#8217;s the date.)our crew was taking a perimeter walk around the pile we stopped at the bottom of that stairwell. we also looked up and saw the glass atrium. you could see some of the steel still standing and one large chunk had come through the glass and landed in the middle of the atrium. i never saw those grand stairs without dust and debris on it. one more vivid memory is when we wee standing on liberty street. we all looked up at a black building i don&#8217;t know what building it was, but about 30 or 40 story&#8217;s up there as a megga gash in the side of it like some great hand came and just grabbed a piece of the building out that was around 5 or 6 story&#8217;s tall and like id guess 30 feet wide.as you know over the years we were in that city many time nut on these days it didn&#8217;t look like our city.. the buildings, cars, trees, people all were covered with white powdered dust. those towers were filled with chairs desks file cabinets and all sorts of furniture. all we saw was dust and steel. sad to think that so much of that was pulverized in the collapse. But actually the most touching moment came on sept 11th it&#8217;s self when my wife who left work to go get our son out of school early to come to the fire house brought our 9 year old son and he turned to me and asked &#8220;daddy are we gonna die. that was the moment for me that i resolved to try to move on and see this extremely traumatic experience through. for him.for those left behind and for those that were still missing at that moment. i think we had 8 firefighters that were also members of F.D.N.Y. we started to try to account for each and every one of them. and i think that evening Chief Pete was the only one that we had not found heard from or got a message from that were ok. see in the end I only played a very very small part of 9/11 as every other member did we all wanted to be there to do our part. our powerlessness was obvious. many o us just kept coming back to the fire house because we didn&#8217;t know what else to do. id go home for a few hours and hug lorraine and anthony an just felt the need to be at headquarters. i still dont know why but i just remember i had to be there. now 8 years later we filled facebook with images of that day, memorials, remembrances. and life goes on. yes we are all different people. hopefully a little more compassionate, loving grateful and patriotic.</p>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by Twitted by AlanBleiweiss</title>
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		<dc:creator>Twitted by AlanBleiweiss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 17:35:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by thegrif</title>
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		<dc:creator>thegrif</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:46:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Really solid post Alan...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Really solid post Alan&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Comment on September Eleventh &#8211; One Persons Experience by Tweets that mention Alan Bleiweiss – Alan's Great Adventure » Blog Archive &#124; Alans Great Adventure- the Alan Bleiweiss Life Story -- Topsy.com</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Anthony Verre. Anthony Verre said: @AlanBleiweiss Your #911 piece was wonderful. Thanks for putting it out there. Everyone should take some time &amp; read it: http://bit.ly/ztAnx [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This post was mentioned on Twitter by Anthony Verre. Anthony Verre said: @AlanBleiweiss Your #911 piece was wonderful. Thanks for putting it out there. Everyone should take some time &amp; read it: <a href="http://bit.ly/ztAnx" rel="nofollow">http://bit.ly/ztAnx</a> [...]</p>
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		<title>Comment on Butt Crack Caught On Google Map Cam by Adrienne Doss</title>
		<link>http://blog.alanbleiweiss.com/2009/05/butt-crack-caught-on-google-map-cam/comment-page-1/#comment-2</link>
		<dc:creator>Adrienne Doss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 18:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heh, nice find! Now I just need driving directions ... Head northeast on Howard Street toward Exposed Ass Crack.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heh, nice find! Now I just need driving directions &#8230; Head northeast on Howard Street toward Exposed Ass Crack.</p>
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