It all started on september 11, 2001. This was a day that has changed our nation forever. Lillian, my uncles daughter was out of school because she did not feel good. My uncle and lillian were on there way to then twin towers. They made it up to the second floor when the plane chrashed. He started praying lillian would be okay because he wanted her to grow up and see if her dreams as a 7 year old were going to come true. All of a sudden the tower was ignited in flames. He maneged to get out with lillian but he went back in so he could help more people. As he raced up the stairs he heard faint screams and found a man that had a huge peice of glass in his arm. My uncle pulled it out and wrapped his jacket around it. He got him out then went back again and agian. Each passing minute got scarier. We did not know if he would make it out again. He went back In but sadly never came back out. My uncle saved 36 lives that day but sadly did not save his own. His name is now on the 9/11 monument along with lots more peoples names.
In memory of Conner Howell. You will always be In our hearts
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