Looking at the circumstances, I thought it'd be a good idea to jump. I wasn't quite sure how to deal with the idea of me thinking such ridiculous thoughts. Never in my life have I thought about giving up, and so I thought again but before I could - the smoke coursed through my dry lips and an even drier throat into my lungs. I was going to die in this building if I didn't jump. I don't even know what happen, or if it'll be worth it to jump. It happened like one would describe a car crash. I heard what sounded like a thunder bolt. I knew this wasn't the case because it might have been the clearest September day. Everything was perpetual. The screams, the flames and the vibration that the impact caused. I try and look down the side of the building from the window on the north side where my office is. I see flames, and I see smoke. Upon further observation, I saw more. I saw the helicopters circling. Some people were running away -- some were standing. Standing looking up in awe at the events they've just seen. Are they seeing me like I'm seeing them? I can see their faces; them faces. Etched in my mind at the most impressionable state. I will never forget them faces. It seems ridiculous to think about it now. I knew at that moment I am alone, and everyone is watching. Is rescue on it's way? Is anyone coming to save me? I felt like yelling this, but I knew no one would hear. I was alone on the 108th floor of 1 WTC.