So, I was kinda drifting online the other day, you know how it is, and I started reading up on 9/11. It’s been a while, but some things, they just stick with you, and you find yourself wanting to understand more, or maybe just remember.
How I Started Down This Path
Anyway, I stumbled across a name: Harry Ramos. Don’t quite recall where I saw it first, maybe in a list, or a brief mention somewhere. But it caught my eye, and I thought, “Who was Harry Ramos?” So, I decided to do a little digging. My “practice,” if you wanna call it that, was just to learn a bit about one person caught up in that terrible day.
My process wasn’t anything fancy. I just started searching, reading articles, piecing together bits of information. It’s what I do when something piques my interest; I just try to gather the story.
What I Found Out (My “Records”)
From what I could gather, Harry Ramos worked at Cantor Fitzgerald. Man, that company was hit so, so hard. They were up high in the World Trade Center, in the North Tower, I think. Imagine going to work that day, just like any other.
I read that Harry was a trader, or something in finance. He was on one of the top floors, like the 105th. It’s hard to even picture being up there when it happened. The details are heartbreaking. Apparently, he was a well-liked guy, a good person. Had a family. Just a regular guy, living his life.
Here’s a little bit of what stuck with me:
- A real person: Beyond the statistics, you find these individual stories. Each one is a whole world.
- The unimaginable: Trying to put myself in the shoes of anyone there, it’s just… impossible to truly grasp.
- The sheer loss: For Cantor Fitzgerald alone, the number of people they lost was staggering. Each one, like Harry, had a story.
My Reflections on This “Practice”
This whole exercise for me, looking into Harry Ramos’s story, it wasn’t about some technical skill or anything like that. It was about connecting, even in a small way, with the human side of a massive tragedy. You hear the numbers – thousands dead – and it’s horrific, but it can also feel abstract.
But then you focus on one name, one person. You try to learn a tiny bit about them. And it brings it home in a different way. It makes it more real, more personal. You realize that every single one of those numbers was a “Harry Ramos” – someone with a life, with people who loved them, with hopes and dreams.
So, my “record” from this is pretty simple. It’s the memory of a name, a story. A reminder of the human cost. It’s important to remember these individual stories, I think. It’s how we keep the memory alive in a way that truly honors them. It’s not about big data or complex analysis; it’s just about remembering a person. And that’s what I tried to do here.