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this photograph intrigues me so much! why isn’t this the most famous photo from 9/11 instead of the falling man? isn’t 2 people holding hands after jumping more significant than 1 man? it makes me wonder what the story is behind this photo, were they friends or lovers? or just strangers who were too scared to jump alone? it shows that people need a helping hand even in their final moments, i love it.

Fucking reblog today; tomorrow. Any day I see it on my dash. Beautiful. I for one think they were strangers. Sometimes it’s easier to care for a stranger, how else would they have found the courage to not only jump, but to look into someone’s eyes and jump. I don’t think I could have done that if I knew the person well.

But could you imagine this though? It was just another normal day in September when all of a sudden you hear a deafening crash and the building starts to shake. Screams of “FIRE! FIRE! There’s been a plane crash everyone get out!” reach you ears. You feel the terror set in and your only thought is ‘I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got to get out of here’ You think maybe if you take the stairs and run fast enough you’ll make it out. Then you feel the building start to tremble, it’s going to collapse, you’ll never make it down in time. You’re going to die. You have two choices though: Be crushed in the ruble, or jump out of the building. You opt for the window. They will never find your body in the ruble and you at least want your family to know what happened to you. So you head for the window and you see someone standing on the edge, shaking just as much as you are. They’re crying and trembling and they look a mess and you know you look the same. This person can’t do it, they can’t jump by themselves. And neither can you. So you take their hand and you take a good long hard look at their face because this is the last human you are ever going to see. You nod to each other, tighten your hands, and jump. You feel the wind rushing past you, feel it cold as ice against your tear streaked cheeks. In fact you just feel cold all over. Except for your hand, entwined tightly with the strangers. They’re the only thing giving you warmth now, calming your nerves. You grip there hand impossibly tighter, letting them now that even though you both are about to die, you’re in this together. They turn their head to face you, hair blowing wildly behind them, and you lock eyes. The last thing you see before you hit the ground and everything goes black is a pair of eyes staring back at you. Saying thank you.

But then there are the people that had no choice. They couldn’t jump. They died instantly. Once the plane hit, it hit them. They didn’t have the option to jump, with a stranger, with a friend, with a lover. It was just death. But what would have been harder? Dying instantly? Waiting in a hall with hundreds of other people to see if there is any possibility of living? Or Jumping?

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(Source: pastelbat, via mydarlingmia)