Dear friends and family, 

" Rejoice for the steps of a righteous man is  ordered of the Lord.." Even though darkness surrounds us and death  looms all over us. The peace we have in the name of the Lord....that  sweet name of Jesus.   It's a big miracle that I am alive this moment. 

Most of you know that  we used to work in the World Trade Center in Manhattan. I used to  work on the 81st floor of WTC One and my wife Mini on 71st floor of  WTC Two.   Let me tell you what happened. 

I reached my work at 7:30 in the  morning. I just faxed out some documents and was returning to my  desk and I heard this real loud explosion..our building shook and  tilted...  screams went out all over our floor..the first aircraft had hit the floor  above us. Soon debris from the aircraft flew into our office and  everything started going up in flames.   Everyone held their calm and we started making our way to the  stairway. That moment my heart sank as I had no clue if the plane  had hit our tower or the one my wife was working in. She is about to  enter the building as she starts work at 9 in the morn.   

We were all being evacuated through the stairway...my cellphone  would not work so I had no idea to reach my wife. So as I came down  I entered an office on the 53 floor and tried to make some calls...the  only number I could reach was my cousin's wife who lived in Queens,  NY. I told her that I was fine and that I am coming down the stairs..but I  was really worried about my wife, then I continued my run down the  stairs. While we were going down there were hundreds of firemen and  policemen going up to rescue people trapped. These brave men will  never make it to their homes.   So they escorted us thru the exit of World Trade 2 and I had just  reached the revolving door of the building that I heard a loud explosion  and the whole building collapsed. Would u believe that my friends..the  110 story building collapsed and I was at the door of the building with  everything flying over us, boulders, mortar. Few of us huddled to one  end of the building and God gave me this strength that saw me thru..I  started pleading the blood of Jesus..told the people around me that all  of us were gonna die and if there was anyone who did not know Christ  to call upon his name. So everyone started crying..Jesus! When you  are near death believe me some people are so ready to accept our  Jesus.   

By then the whole building had fallen and we were in the debris..not a  single boulder or any material fell on me. I found myself in 3 ft of while  soot...I got up...by then there was silence..I could see dead bodies all  over. God directed me to a guy on the ground who had a search light  on. I picked him up...and said only Jesus can save us and that we had  to live.   When he was up I saw this jacket which had FBI written on it. We held  our hands...and started walking thru the rubble.. that flash light saved  our lives....we could not see anything miles..it was like a snow  blizzard..  all the concrete and ash flying allover. The Holy Spirit then showed me  a light flashing on top of an ambulance so I told this FBI guy that light  was where we had to head to cause that ambulance was on the street.  We somehow made to the ambulance which was hit badly by the flying  mortar but God had kept the flashing light on just for me. From there on  it was quite easy making our way out.   

But the feeling that gripped was that my wife Mini who was to be on  WTC 2 she should be dead. All kinds of images went thru my mind..   Crowds started running from all over downtown to safer places far  away from the skyscrapers. We ran, walked for an hour and  throughout the whole time from 8:45 am when the first plane landed I  was trying to use my cellphone to no vain. 12 pm and my cell rings...it  was Mini and she said she was alive and when she heard my voice  she realised that I was alive. This is another miracle of how I received  this call as anyone was able to make or receive calls. Mini had not  made it to the Tower..her train reached the site 5 mins after the first  crash so she did not make it to the Towers. She was hysterical on the  streets thinking I was dead and she could see people jumping out of  the building.   Both of us were alive. She reached 39th street in Manhattan near the  Ferry and somehow I reached there. We looked back and could see  our building both in ashes all that remained the smoke going up.   I cannot explain the sense of relief that we had when we saw each  other. Both of us were so close to believing that we would not see  each other. When that explosion took place and the building was  crumbling over me I could see the pics of my wife, my parents,  grandmother loved ones flash thru my mind and now what a relief that  we are alive.   

God is so good. This story of our is too good to be true. I have no  scratch on my body. Let me tell you something friends God knows the  count of our hair and our God never sleeps or slumbers.   His coming is so soon . Live each Day as if He is coming today.   Appreciate all your prayers. Many from all over the world have called  us. My heart goes out for thousands who died in our building many of  them people we knew.   God Bless you all.   Sujo & Mini

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