Am I Glad To See You

I just bumped into a man walking his two dogs. The nicest guy, married to the nicest woman I’ve known now for 25 years.

He’s the one you would have killed to settle down with…handsome, sweet, smart, successful, a keeper ten times over.

It was September 11th, 2001 when I saw his wife, pale as wax, running up Madison Avenue because their daughter worked next to the towers. She said Rob had run down there to get her.

In the days and weeks ahead, I didn’t see either of them when normally it would be almost daily.

I was convinced Rob and his daughter didn’t make it out. But then a worker at the Nectar Coffee Shop said, he had seen Abbey who appeared fine, but still no Rob.

Neither one of us could bring ourselves to ring their bell to ask. It was like that then…too much bad news, so if you were smart you didn’t look for it…you waited, hoping it would never find you.

Suddenly it was spring. I was in New Jersey working deciding to treat myself to a ferry ride home.

While sitting outside moved by the view aware of the crippled skyline, who’s running to catch the boat before it pulls out…


It was like a vision.

“Omigod,” I said, full of emotion, “I can’t believe it’s you.”

He gave me that million dollar smile and said, “Since 9/11 our offices have been moved here while we rebuild.”

I tearfully told him I thought he was no more.

“See, I fooled you, he said, visibly touched.”Still here wheeling and dealing.”

He gave me his handkerchief I asked to keep.

We then sat in silence as our city came closer across the Hudson abbreviated, but still ours.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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20 Responses to Am I Glad To See You

  1. micklively says:

    I like your story Susannah.
    Isn’t it crazy how we avoid asking a question, as though that somehow could change the facts? It’s a weird aberration of the mind that we all seem to suffer. Is that solipsism?


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, this brought tears to my eyes. I’m so glad that your story had a happy ending. After your encounter, the young man probably reflected for many days upon his good fortune, and the fact that his absence was mourned by those he did not expect it from.


    • My neighborhood was untouched, according to some…we were so far uptown the carnage didn’t affect us. We just had all the funerals to witness.
      I didn’t lose anyone on 9/11, and he’s not exactly an intimate of mine, but the thought of him gone really left a mark.
      We were all touched that day…it didn’t matter where you lived Skinny.


  3. katecrimmins says:

    Although I had already moved out of state, my NJ next door neighbor worked in the towers. I spent about 6 months trying to find out if he made it out (he did). I couldn’t call his wife, I just couldn’t. I was able to find another neighbor that knew him. Out of the small NJ suburb where everyone commuted, only one person was lost. That was so amazing. I understand how you were affected.


    • That’s amazing you knew someone who got out. I knew a guy who was supposed to work for Cantor Fitzgerald but decided not to…that was the company who lost three quarters of their employees. To use your word…it was all so RANDOM.


  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Sometimes we push thoughts to the back of our minds hoping they will go away if we don’t think about it. So glad this story turned out in the positive!


  5. That was very moving, and I’m left wondering whether its fact or fiction


  6. Beautiful, simply beautiful.


  7. Alva Chinn says:

    Oh Susannah, this brought tears to my eyes. Thought of so many gone. And although I only knew a few, but many who showed up to assist afterwards are gone as a result of carcinogens and their devastating effects on the body. I am glad your story had a happy ending. Thank you.


  8. What a touching story, Susannah. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be in New York during that time. It was bad enough elsewhere in the country. I’m glad he was okay and you found him.


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