Written By: luke4079

I took the escalator to the second floor. And as I came off, I noticed two hallways leading into the auditorium. One was covered with giant poster boards that were covered with hand written letters, poems and pictures donated by survivors. It was the Hall of Survivors. Several people were tacking-up letters. I walked-up to the first board and began reading. My eyes immediately started watering. I pulled away. You’ve got to stay focused; you’ve got to concentrate. Toughen-up little man or we’ll never get through this.


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