There’s a small piece of paper at the new National September 11 Memorial Museum with my name scrawled across the top. Underneath my name, in black ballpoint pen, it says: Abd pain; Diff breathing; Inhalation.
The triage tag put around my neck on 9/11 will be on display when the museum opens to the public Wednesday, May 21. Curators tell me it will be installed with a written portion of my recorded 9/11 story. I’ll come face to face with that triage tag Monday night when collection donors are invited to the museum to see how their personal artifacts are being used. A sneak peak, of sorts, for those of us who got too close, but are lucky to be alive. More.