Many years ago I used to be a temporary worker; I call it freelancing, the word temp just sound so harsh even though we are only filling a position for a short period of time, we are skillful, qualified workers.  Anyway the agency I worked for received a call from The Port Authority of NY & NJ; formerly know as the World Trade Center, looking for someone to fill a full-time position in the Public Relations Department.  I agreed to go on an interview, I knew all the interview techniques and was determined to get this job, I was interview worthy.  The interview lasted about 45 minutes, the interviewer was impressed and hired me on the spot.  I started working in the Public Relations Department in the year 1990.  I enjoyed my job immensely and was paid a hansome salary.  In 1993 I was on my way to lunch and I had just stopped by my supervisor’s office to find out if she wanted anything for lunch while I was out. then all of a sudden the lights went out and the building shook no one knew exactly what was going on. We were located on the 74th floor, everyone proceed toward the elevators but they were not operating, so instead we started down the stairwell.  None of us knew exactly what was going on, nothing was being broad casted on the loud speakers and since we were going down the stairwell, we didn’t have any windows that we could look out of.  We proceeded down the stairwell until we reached the 13th floor I had to take a detour with my supervisor who suffered with asthma, fortunately there was a fire crew there when we arrived and they were able to assist my supervisor.  I walked toward the windows and looked down and all I saw was police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks, I was shaken and very frightened.  The firemen was taking care of my supervisor and giving her oxygen, they informed me that she would be alright so I continued down the stairway until I reached the main floor.  Once I arrived outside I was finally able to find out what was going on, an on-looker said “that a bomb was positioned in one of the parking garages and had gone off.”  I was tired and a little dazed, I walked to the subway and was on my way home, and when I arrived home I looked in the mirror and notice that I had soot all over my face.  I cleaned myself up and turned on the television set to get more details of what happened.  A news reporter said that we were very fortunate that the building was still standing; in order for the bomb to make any kind of serious impact it would have to be detonated in a specific location. Several weeks after the event I couldn’t go back to work at the World Trade Center, it was just too uncomfortable, and not to mention the fact that the office I worked in was located on the 74th floor, it was too high up and I no longer thought that it would be safe to work there.  So I decided to go back to freelance work. Some years later; while working on a 2 day assignment at the Drug Enforcement Agency in the year 2001.