Stephen May and his son Max
Stephen May recalls: ‘We had a juice bar on 23rd and 5th, looking downtown. I was working there, and our nanny had just brought my son Max over. Standing on the corner, we saw the tower fall. I felt a hard wind in my chest. I just lost all air, exhaled everything out of my lungs. There was a massive river of humans coming up 5th Avenue, covered in dirt. I gave away the rest of the juice we had for free. Right after, you couldn’t judge people because they were all shell-shocked, upset, angry and scared. At the juice bar, we became friendlier. We all needed more rope’
