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									Erica Bumbaugh English 101 Handy December 10, 2004 Imagination Essay

Air Pollution

After getting off the subway, I assumed this day would be like any other day. Although, for Niki Pereno, assuming that it would be like another day, was an understatement. I’d go to work, but not without the usual errands that I volunteered to perform for the company. I found it a need to have a white chocolate latte every morning before work. Then while I walked toward Edward Jones Brokerage firm, which is the company I work for, I would stop to buy the local newspaper and a few magazines to keep me posted on the daily news and gossip. Making a quick stop at the post office, I gathered the company’s daily mail, some stamps, and an express mail envelope. The firm says that I am part of the team, but I am nothing more than a servant. I was always out and about early, which meant I had time to sight see. I believe that it is best to take in my surroundings. I constantly find myself arriving near the World Trade Center, which always put me in awe. Although, it was an office building it is the most beautiful one in New York City. It is truly a New York monumental structure.

Handy 101 There are always tourists scurrying in front of it, and staring as though it has wondrous power. I notice people of all races, statures, and ages come to New York City to see the sights. At the moment, my eyes were on a beautiful brown eyed boy with blonde hair. He was gripping tightly a big red balloon he might have received for a birthday, or perhaps merely to keep him quiet. His mother standing next to him must have been too busy with a cell phone to notice him drifting away. After an instant of silence with the phone call, she looked up and realized that her son was slipping away. Spotting him she scurried to grasp his hand. When she grabbed his hand, the balloon glided high into the air. The boy’s eyes widened as though he had lost his closest friend.

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The mother finished the phone call and pulled her little boy away while he glared into the sky. I stood still as I examined the red balloon soar into space. For a second, I could have sworn it did not progress. After waiting a moment I noticed that it was not moving at all. It had been an escaping balloon, but now was wrapped in thick clouds or vapors from the World Trade Center. This was an urgent issue to take to the local police department, I thought. I called my superior and explained the conflict I had. I usually get my way, because he knows I am important to the company, even if I am the courier. Soon after arriving at the police department, it became conscious that they were extremely busy. I waited a few moments for the available dispatcher. After a half hour, an opening became available; I marched to the counter and clarified the story about the vapors or clouds by the World Trade Center. After a detailed story, the woman explained that it might just be air pollution. In New York there is much air pollution from the factories, cars, and other plants. She said that nothing could be done about it. I was filled

Handy 101 with rage and began to yell. “If nothing is done, something awful may happen.” The dispatcher shrugged and turned her back to me. Furiously, I walked out of the law enforcement office. I called the company and enlightened them about the situation. They believed that this was an impractical request. They said that they would try everything within their power to help cure the American people from this “Air Pollution.” Nine Months later, the smog was still there. Our company had helped to enforce stricter laws for clean air and an enforcement of international treaties to reduce ozone

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depletion and slow global warming. We put up signs to encourage people to recycle there plastics, paper, and aluminums. Much has been done to get rid of this smog around the World Trade Center, but was still not enough. Up until three days ago, September 11 th, everything was going as I had planned. On the eleventh, a plane was flying high in the sky until it reached a vertical velocity directly above the World Trade Center. The smog was so strong that it blocked the pilots’ vision. With the help of gravity, the smog had pulled the plane into the World Trade Center. This caused much damage to the building. I believe people would have been able to get out if another plane, which was heading in the opposite direction of the first plane, had not been cast under the spell of the same smog. The second plane had been pulled down to completely demolish the rest of our beloved World Trade Center. People were crying and moaning. Dust covered over three city blocks. Everything was hectic. People were running around trying to find their loved ones, dogs, and belongings. Firefighters lost their lives trying to save people in the collapsed building. News stations repeated everything and the entire nation grew silent. If someone would have listened to my plea at the beginning, when it was just a slight smog maybe we would not be walking around the clumps of ashes, left over from

Handy 101 these two towering buildings. We also may have been able to hold our loved ones that had been innocently murdered. The firefighters that were lost could have been able to save themselves along with others if not for this smog. The hospitals would be able to

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take care of all the people sick without the rush of this great tragedy. Our president would not have to send out a letter of sympathy to each an every victim of this misfortune. Newspapers around the world would have something great to talk about if this would have been avoided. The lack of concern for a small thing, like smog, created a catastrophe because of our insensitivities.


								
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