Steps.

I'm embarrassed to say it but since I have moved into my new ground level condo I rarely do steps. Knowing this I take the stairs as much as my body allows me too. At work, I have opted to use the bathroom two floors below me at least once a day (four flights round trip). After work, instead of using the elevator I have been going down the seven flights of steps to reach the lower level parking area. The first time I tried going down the seven flights (140 steps) my legs actually hurt.

I remember 9/11. Maybe it's a morbid thing but I can't get it out of my mind anytime that I am in a stair well. I understand why some people had to stop and take breaks after completing so many flights. I understand why the people that carried wheel chairs down the steps are heroes. I understand why some people opted to stop and wait for help. For the life of me - I can't even begin to imagine what was going through their minds.

It takes me roughly 1 to 2 minutes to get down seven flights of steps depending on what type of shoe I am wearing. Some of those people knew what happened and had that terror in their minds the entire time they were trying to escape. From what we know, people were calm and had to wait for the others in front of them to get out. I don't know if I could have handled myself the same way.

I think about the people that didn't get out...