Debbie Tully Lipscomb

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But it didn’t matter in what direction anyone ran. The stairs above us were crumbling. The walls surrounding us burst open like a couple of semitrucks had smashed through them. The floor under our feet was cracking in every which way. I put my face down and covered my head with my arms as concrete chunks of every shape and size poured down from above and pelted my body, like I was being stoned to death. Huge clouds of dust rose from the ground and encircled me, burning my eyes and making it nearly impossible to breathe. With every passing second, the ferocious noise around me grew louder and ...more
Angel in the Rubble: The Miraculous Rescue of 9/11's Last Survivor (An Inspiring Memoir)
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