On this day, September 11, 2006, I remember Anthony Mark Ventura. Sadly, I will never know the man as anything other than the scant information available on the Internet. I will never know his dreams or his passions; I will never know the totality of his life.
Anthony M. Ventura was on the 97th floor of the South Tower on September 11, 2001. A manager for Fiduciary Trust, while the rest of the people on the floor evacuated the building, Ventura went to find his mother-in-law, Felicia Hamilton. Sadly, both died in the attack--two of nearly 3,000 lives taken by terrorists who had targeted the World Trade Center as a symbol of American capitalism.
Sadly, not much information is available about Mr. Ventura; the 41 year old is a name that appears on numerous lists, with no photo and no biography to illuminate his being. What is known, though, is that he died a selfless death, worried more about the safety of his mother-in-law than his own. That is all I need to know to realize that there was a good core to the man. There was something honorable in him.
In a greater sense, though, he is another name and another face on that terrible roll call that reminds us: those lost on September 11, 2001 were just folks. They were fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, and children; they came from every religion and race, they were janitors and receptionists and rescue workers and fund managers. And they all woke up and went to work with no understanding that they were the targets in what the war that the terrorists had declared against the United States.
The losses are a nation’s tragedy; in finding the good in people like Mr. Ventura, though, we can help to give meaning to that tragedy. We find that common sense of heroism that leads us to self-sacrifice in the most unthinkable situations. In remembering and praising what was good in Anthony Ventura, we remember and praise what is good in humanity.
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USA Today, Delay Meant Death on 9/11