Edward Fine

The woman who gave me the wet paper towel as we descended the stairs and which I later used to breathe through; the firefighters who were ascending the stairs as we were descending; the Catholic priest who put his hand on my shoulder and prayed for us as we lay on the street being covered by dust and debris, then there was the bus driver who took us uptown… those people all come to my mind.

Since 9/11, I have watched Americans miss out on some of the best investment opportunities because they didn’t have enough money, it has been my mission to help America since this tragedy, and I believe I have found the best way.

I don’t have any particular feelings with regard to that photo, but it does serve as a constant reminder to me of that day… as if the day’s events were not enough of a reminder in and of themselves.