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This article was published 11/9/2011 (1870 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
This morning we celebrated the lives of the 343 in a ceremony outside Riverside Park on the shores of the Hudson River.
The FDNY members graciously thanked us before moving into a closed event for their members only. Today we will see the Statue of Liberty, a symbol of freedom and democracy, which on this day seems very fitting.
It has been an unforgettable night with many celebrations and events at almost every bar, church, and public open space. We have not slept much pushing through till this afternoon, when we can get some sleep and get ready for tonight.
Their were rumours that upward of 50 firefighters from the Midwest were arriving on the first train at Grand Central Station, so many of us wanted to greet them and celebrate their arrival. There are so many fire, police and EMS service members in Manhattan that stories of where everyone is are hard to decipher as truth or rumour. No firefighters arrived on the first train in, and at first we were disappointed, however a miraculous chance meeting changed my life forever.
As we walked up the stairs to leave we were identified by our Winnipeg and Calgary fire T-shirts by a middle-aged couple that asked if we were on the job. The man reached for my hand and as we shook he told me he and his wife were here to read the name of their son who died in 9/11. Mr. and Mrs. Crowther lost their son Welles in the South Tower collapse 10 years ago today.
Welles, a volunteer firefighter in Nyack, New York worked on the 102nd story of the south tower. His parents told a story of heroism that has been put together from survivor accounts of Welles' actions that day.
Welles Crowther entered the south tower stairwell no less than three times and is directly responsible for saving the lives of 15 people with many more remembering him shouting directions to get to the stairwell. Crowther reentered the building a fourth time with members of the FDNY and was never seen again.
Mrs. Crowther asked why were at Grand Central Station and I told her that we were here to greet the many firefighters that were to arrive on the same train as them. With no firefighters on the train we were going to head back to our hotel and get some rest before memorial events take place. She looked at her husband and said these men are the first firemen we have met today in New York, as she reached into her carry bag and pulled from it a brand new red bandanna for each of us.
As the story goes, Welles had a red bandanna covering his mouth to ease his breathing from the toxic smoke from the jet fuel fire that was burning everywhere. The same prized bandanna given to him from his father as a child.
To honour their sons memory they travel to New York Every Sept. 11 to read his name and hand out red bandana to those who have done extraordinary things. The three of us were speechless; as I leaned forward to hug Mrs. Crowther she began to cry, and tell us more about the man who saved so many. I was truly honoured to accept the red bandana from the Crowther family in recognition of all of the Canadian firefighters that have reported for duty here on this 11th day of September.
We hugged and said our goodbyes, and as we left Grand Central Station and headed north to our hotel in midtown east Manhattan the sun was coming up and shining on the buildings. I can’t help but think something bigger happened in that grand foyer, and I will never forget this day for the rest of my life.