His name is Christopher Amoroso and at this point on that awful day the smoke and flames are so intense that they are coming down from those buildings in waves. People there tell me the media there never properly captured it. They are coming down from both towers. They are coming down from all four sides. Strangers were holding hands on their way down, comforting one another. It take s along time to die from 90 floors up. Every second is filled with despair. The sky behind is filled with falling bodies. The air above them is filled with smoke and flames and the awful sound of those bodies hitting the sidewalk are echoing in his ears.
Now do you understand why he looks like that?
What makes him different from the other two?
What’s he got to do that they don’t?
He’s going back. He’s going to drop off the pregnant lady. He’s going to go up that building the fourth time. The building will fall and Christopher Amoroso will not come home to his wife and baby tonight. He will never come home again.
Do you understand that nobody told him to go?
Why does one man go up the steps again and again and again and again while thousands are coming down?
Because he’s a sheepdog.