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Làm nghề hơn 10 năm nhưng lần đầu tiên nghe bài này 👍 #bạn_này_ráp_nghe_hay_thiệt
Làm nghề hơn 10 năm nhưng lần đầu tiên nghe bài này 👍 #bạn_này_ráp_nghe_hay_thiệt
Lauren is a managing director and partner at Cantor Fitzgerald. Her firm fills floors 101 to 105 high above her. Moments earlier, American Airlines Flight 11 tore into floors 93 to 99. Burning jet fuel pours down the elevator shafts. It explodes into the lobby. The flames catch her back and arms. She does not wait. She runs. Still on fire, she crosses all six lanes of West Street. She reaches a strip of grass. Two strangers help her drop and roll until the flames go out. She is in terrible pain. But her mind is clear. She shouts:
Lauren is a managing director and partner at Cantor Fitzgerald. Her firm fills floors 101 to 105 high above her. Moments earlier, American Airlines Flight 11 tore into floors 93 to 99. Burning jet fuel pours down the elevator shafts. It explodes into the lobby. The flames catch her back and arms. She does not wait. She runs. Still on fire, she crosses all six lanes of West Street. She reaches a strip of grass. Two strangers help her drop and roll until the flames go out. She is in terrible pain. But her mind is clear. She shouts: "Get me to Weill Cornell, now!" She knows the city's best burn center is there. But she is first taken to another hospital. It has no special burn unit. That night. Ten hours later. Lauren is moved across a locked-down city to the burn center at NewYork-Presbyterian/Weill Cornell. Seventeen other survivors fill the intensive care unit that night. Many will not live. The doctors see the damage. Burns cover 82.5 percent of her body. Her lungs are badly hurt. She needs a machine to breathe. Her chance of dying is put at 90 to 95 percent. Across town, her husband Greg is frantic. At home is their son, Tyler. He is just 10 months old. Here's what makes it worse: Lauren's company is gone. Of the people she works beside every day, 658 are killed. Friends. Partners. Faces she has known for years. Lauren has made it out. But her fight is only beginning. Doctors put her into a deep sleep. She stays under for almost two months. The team, led by Dr. Roger Yurt, performs 11 major surgeries. Each one holds several procedures. They use donor skin. They take what healthy skin she has left, stretch it, and graft it piece by piece. She battles severe infection. She loses parts of some fingers. Some joints must be fused. Greg stays close. He talks to her. He reads her poems. He plays her songs. September 19, 2001. Eight days after the attack, Greg sends an email to 30 of Lauren's friends. It is a simple update. Then he keeps writing. Day after day. The emails spread. Soon, about 100 messages a day pour in, many from strangers. Late October. Lauren wakes up. She believes she will go home by the end of the week. She has no idea how hurt she is. Doctors explain. There is no release date. There may be months ahead. Therapists have been moving her arms and legs for weeks. Now she must work with them. November 12, 2001. The goal for the day is a chair. It sits about 4 feet from her bed. Lauren thinks it will be easy. It is not. She cannot sit up alone. Her grafted legs hold weight for the first time in two months. The pain nearly knocks her out. But with help, she drags her legs to that chair. She is crying. She later jokes that she looked like a walking mummy. Three days later. She stands again. This time she aims for the nurses' station, 30 feet away. Step by step, she gets there. Doctors, nurses, and therapists crowd around. One therapist runs into the hallway. She tells Lauren's waiting parents that their daughter is walking. The walls of that hallway are covered with cards from strangers all over the world. Everyone is clapping. Everyone is crying. But one fear still haunts her. Will her son know her? Tyler is kept away for 67 days. The risk of infection is too high. In that time, he turns 1. He learns to walk. He grows into a toddler she has never seen. On the day of the visit, he walks right past her. He does not know his mother. Lauren's breathing tube has just been removed. Her voice is weak. But she sings him the little lullaby that used to calm him. Tyler stops. He turns. He smiles at her. Lauren later says everything she fought for lived in that one moment. December 2001. After 91 days, she leaves the burn center. She spends three more months in a rehab hospital. March 2002. Lauren goes home. Recovery does not end there. For years, she returns to the hospital five days a week for therapy. In the early years, she has an operation about every 9 weeks. #History #September11 #LaurenManning #NeverGiveUp
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