For five and a half hours on Feb. 26, 1993, Carl Selinger was trapped alone in an elevator at the World Trade Center, wondering if the smoke seeping in from the elevator shaft would kill him. Unaware it was a terror attack that had left him stranded, he spent the first hour writing a goodbye letter to his family on a piece of loose-leaf paper. Then the lights went out. He paced, and sang, and waited.
His focus, he said, turned to an item he was carrying — “half a salad.” He had eaten the first half when the elevator stopped, but decided to ration the rest, not knowing how long he would be there.
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