There are many, many memories I have
after 33 years of service.
But I will begin by remembering the most
recent, approximately a month after the 9/11 attacks. The Port Authority
had a Remembrance Reunion, including past and present employees. It was
held at Madison Square Garden, there were entertainment, speakers, and
acknowledgement of employee’s lost in the disaster and a beautiful
spread of fresh fruits and colorful food, held in a separate room for
Our newly hired Executive Director of the
Port Authority of NY and NJ, Neil Levin, had perished in the disaster.
He had recently been married to Christy Ferer.
Mrs. Christy Ferer, one of the lead
speakers at the Garden, only married to Mr. Levin a short time, spoke to
us with an uplifting message and even made a reference to “Mother PONYA,”
as if she worked for the PA or knew the history of the Port Authority or
somehow related to us. She made an excellent impression and she shared
Whoever came up with that Remembrance
Program, deserved an award. For employees past and present to see and
greet each other and embrace one another was so reassuring and
heartwarming. Seeing old faces was a welcoming feeling after the
Thank you for that experience, Port
Authority of New York and New Jersey. Thank you.
Another memorable experience was two
weeks after 9/11; I woke up in my bedroom. Everything was rattling and
shaking in my room, the furniture, the windows, my TV. I was definitely
traumatized after the disaster. Nothing felt secure or stable anymore.
But, I no doubt was grateful for having survived it, though I wondered
why I was so fortunate. We had lost three people in our department; why
were they so unlucky? It didn’t really matter now, what was done was
done. What would PA do now? What would I do now?
I then walked onto the screened-in porch,
looked upward with a thankful heart and stretched my arms out wide,
thanking “Him” for the day and survival. When I suddenly felt something
under my foot, it was a FedEx Package. I opened it and found a white
envelope inside. I opened the envelope and pulled out a check. It was a
PA check. My eyes just started tearing up, I felt that in spite of the
terrible disaster I encountered on 9/11, I was still being taken care
of, and my biweekly check had come timely. That feeling is one I will
never forget. I felt loved and appreciated, a sense of security; I could
pay my mortgage, and other utilities.
The Port Authority was a grand agency to
work for. Thank You God. Thank you Mom and Dad, and thank you Port