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PO Box 609, Lake Forest, CA 92609-0609 USA Monday, May 3, 2010 Terror strikes Again: I lost brother in the Lockerbie bombing and now I experience the New York City terror attempt By Lisa Gibson Special to ASSIST News Service NEW YORK CITY, NY (ANS) -- It has been over 21 years since I lost my brother on the 1988 terrorist bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland and 8 1/2 years since experiencing first hand Washington DC attacks on September 11th.
On the evening of May 1st, I had just finished a long week of meetings with members of the media at the National Publicity Summit, promoting my book “Life In Death: A Journey From Terrorism To Triumph.” I was looking forward to a relaxing evening watching the Tony Award winning play “Billy Elliot” on Broadway. It was a beautiful spring night and the streets were packed many tourists and locals enjoying all that New York City has to offer. So, I decided to walk to the theater. As I got closer to the intersection of 45th Street and 8th Avenue, the heart of Times Square, the sidewalk began to get backed up with hundreds of people. It seemed odd to see that many people standing on the sidewalk, but having waited a longtime to see that play, I didn’t want to miss it.
There was only one police officer standing guard when I first arrived. He was standing watch over the police line as more people were leaving the secured area. The couple in front of me who were closest to the police tape shared the news that there was a suspicious vehicle that law enforcement was investigating. At first, I didn’t think it was anything more than a common bomb threat. I didn’t instantly think that it might be terror. So, I asked the lady in front of me, “Is this a common occurrence in New York City?” She turned to me and said, “I have lived here for 30 years and never seen this before.” Then I began to get a bit concerned when another guy exited the secure area into the crowd and told us a robot was breaking into the car and investigating the bomb. When I heard the word “bomb,” I began to appreciate the magnitude of what we might be facing. I could hardly believe that I might possibly be experiencing the third terrorist attack of my lifetime. By at this point, as I looked behind me, it appeared there were a thousand people behind me all huddled into the middle of the intersection. The woman in front of me said to her family “We should move out of here, because we do not want to be in the midst of this crowd if people start running.”
After waiting another hour, things had not cleared up, so I knew I wouldn’t get to see the play. I called the ticket agent to find out that the play went on at 8:20 pm to an empty theater and refunds were denied. It was a sad commentary to hear that in the midst of an attempted terrorist attack, that money prevailed. But still, I was happy to be alive and also that the bomb did not explode, and no one was hurt. Considering the explosive materials contained in that vehicle, serious damage could have been done. I am so thankful that God was protecting us. Many said it was “luck” that the bomb didn’t explode. But I know it truly was a miracle. And I am more committed than ever to be involved in preventing future acts of terror.
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