I am a pretty closed person for the most part, but today I will give all of you a little insight on where I was, and what I was doing 12 years ago today.

On September 11, 2001, I worked as a Firefighter/Paramedic. I was just finishing up my 24 hour shift at North Station when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I couldn't help but think to myself that people were going to lose their lives...I just didn't realize the extent.

When the second plane hit, and the World Trade Center Buildings fell...I watched in horror knowing the loss of life was extreme.

When the word came down that help was needed to find survivors, I was already packing my stuff to get to New York. I had fellow firefighters underneath the rubble, and all I could think about was getting there. There was nothing that could keep any of us from getting there.

But we couldn't get a flight. Everything was grounded. Trains shut down, even Greyhound shut down. There was no way to get there.

People still ask me to this day, why did you like being a Firefighter? It is simple. Helping people.

So when I ask you to never forget those lost on September 11th. I mean it from the depths of my soul.