N002139
Sunday, January 20, 2002 9:01 PM
Firefighter Carl Molinaro
Mr. Feinberg:
When did my son stop being my son? Was it on the day he got married, or the day his daughter was born, or maybe the day his son was born, or was it the day he became a New York City Firefighter, or was it the day he was MURDERED at the World Trade Center? The answer is - NONE OF THE ABOVE - !!!
I bore my son in eighteen hours of pain and I buried him in pain that will last the rest of my life. He will always be my son and even you cannot change that!
What would have happened if my son and his brother firefighters had said "HELL NO - WE'RE NOT GOING INTO THOSE BUILDINGS. THEY DON'T PAY US ENOUGH FOR THAT?" Twenty-five thousand lives that were saved would have been lost. What if you house were on fire and your children were trapped inside and the firefighters would not go in to save them because it might be too dangerous? What would be the value of your child's life? What price your pain and suffering? Would you sue the city of New York?
When you kiss the face/faces of your children, please STOP and think about this. I will never be able to do that again. I will never hear my son tell me he loves me. I will never again share with him his birthday, Christmas, Easter or any other family event or holiday.
I could not even hold my son in death because of the condition of his body which was broken, crushed and in a state of decomposition from laying in the rubble in the World Trade Center for almost four weeks. I will never see, hear, touch or hug my baby boy again and you're telling me that because he had a wife and two children, I as his mother am not entitled to any compensation for my PAIN AND SUFFERING.
SHAME ON YOU!!! SHAME ON YOU!!!
Individual Comment
Staten Island, New York