“Did you know my dad?” I said, “Well, who’s your dad?” He said, “Steve Huczko.” I said, “Oh, yes—I did.” I said, “I was with your dad on 9/11. The last time I saw him, he was helping a lady who was having trouble breathing. He was really good. He was doing his job.” “Oh, wow. That’s good!” Maybe that’s why I got out, so I could tell these kids what their dads were doing, where they were, and how they were helping everybody.
