2502 NYCC TRANS FINAL2 - New York Chiropractic College
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our toy poodle, under her shirt<br />
to cover her. We then joined the<br />
crowd running down Greenwich<br />
Street toward Battery Tunnel. A<br />
police officer waved everyone<br />
toward South Street. People in<br />
the crowd conversed in disbelief;<br />
others screamed. Names were<br />
muttered. “Where’s Mike?”<br />
“Where’s Jim?” “Did he get<br />
out?”<br />
As we continued toward the<br />
Fulton Street Fish Market we felt<br />
the ground quake, erupting into<br />
a booming rumble. I looked over<br />
my shoulder but could see only<br />
dirt and smoke, not quite sure<br />
what was happening. Then it<br />
dawned on me — I had heard<br />
that sound before. The second<br />
tower was coming down! A huge<br />
cloud billowed toward us —<br />
thick and black, folding in on itself<br />
as it raced outward and consumed<br />
everyone in its path. I felt as though it were the end of the<br />
world. We coughed and choked. My dog’s head and tongue were<br />
caked with heavy black soot.<br />
It wasn’t until we approached the fish market that I began to<br />
glimpse blue sky off in the distance. Concerned about Noreen’s<br />
daughter, we went to her school, and it was a mass of confusion.<br />
The schools near the World Trade Center had emptied their students<br />
there. Ultimately, we found Noreen’s daughter unharmed.<br />
On Thursday, my friend John Vilkelis, D.C., associate Lisa Francey,<br />
D.C., ’00, and I traveled to the Red Cross Station in an elementary<br />
school in Chinatown. We climbed into a van along with some Red<br />
Cross workers who were delivering packages and wound up at a<br />
relief station near Ground Zero. In Stuyvestant High School there<br />
was a huge medical triage on the main floor. We announced to the<br />
staff that we were chiropractors and wanted to help. We were directed<br />
upstairs, where several chiropractors had already set up tables.<br />
We helped them adjust as many people as we could.<br />
I returned home that night to a call from Dennis Cronk, D.C.,<br />
’93, a fellow chiropractor and former <strong>NYCC</strong> classmate. He said he<br />
had spoken with <strong>NYCC</strong>’s President Frank Nicchi, D.C., ’78, who<br />
informed him that I was helping out in the area. On Friday, Dennis<br />
and I headed back to the Red Cross station in Chinatown where we<br />
teamed up with the chiropractors we had seen just the day prior.<br />
I ultimately obtained access credentials for Ground Zero and<br />
helped the rescue workers and firefighters on the site. We adjusted<br />
their midbacks while they stood, and then worked on their necks as<br />
they squatted and sat on the ground. As each of them received an<br />
adjustment others became more eager for theirs. We continued late<br />
into Friday evening. Dennis stayed the entire night helping. I returned<br />
Saturday with my other associate, David Sacks, D.C., ’83, and<br />
worked with Dennis adjusting hundreds of people. I visited my<br />
apartment building, which happened to be located next to a gym<br />
where a FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) task force<br />
Dr. David Sacks, ’83, Dr. John Vilkelis, Dr. Richard Platt, ’93, and Dr. Dennis Cronk amid the devastation at Ground Zero<br />
was headquartered. Dennis, Dave and I introduced ourselves and began<br />
adjusting the rescuers. In fact, one rescuer grabbed a couple pieces<br />
of blue foam and with his knife cut us out a chiropractic table.<br />
The rescuers expressed great appreciation. After Dennis adjusted<br />
one of the commanders’ low back, another claimed it was the first<br />
time he’d seen him smile in three days. We continued for the next<br />
couple of days. It seemed like we adjusted thousands! I recall twelve<br />
firefighters who were taking a short break and sitting on miniature<br />
chairs near the collapsed towers. Dennis and I asked if anyone wanted<br />
an adjustment. They shook their heads, entirely consumed in their<br />
effort to find fellow firefighters. Ultimately, I convinced one of them<br />
to stand for a moment. I took hold of his arms and gave him a<br />
standing adjustment. I then asked him to sit as I performed a seated<br />
cervical adjustment. The others watched in amazement; many of<br />
them had never been adjusted before. As we worked and joked, smiles<br />
replaced solemn faces. As Dennis and I walked away we felt good<br />
that we could make them smile and laugh, if even for a few seconds.<br />
We came across DMAT, which is a federal disaster medical assistance<br />
team. They were stationed in a building below a chiropractor’s<br />
office that was destroyed from the blast. We asked if they needed our<br />
help. The place was set up as a huge medical triage, yet was empty<br />
since there were no survivors. The captain said, “We could use your<br />
help; your services have been requested.” They offered to grab the<br />
dusty chiropractic tables located upstairs. After the tables were brought<br />
down we adjusted about a dozen people. Thereafter, we moved on to<br />
other areas. As we were leaving, the captain (a medical doctor from<br />
Rhode Island) gave Dennis and me two DMAT patches and thanked<br />
us. Peering through the corner of my eye, I felt drawn to something<br />
inexpressibly onerous. It was the tower – its torn metal skin struggling<br />
to remain upright. The ache in my heart contrasted sharply with<br />
the warm feel of the rescuers’ necks. I took a deep breath; returned<br />
my attention to the man I was touching, and gave him the very best<br />
that I could offer.<br />
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