Panic turned into numbness as I made my way down those thousands of steps in the stairwell. I had to be numb to avoid the cries and noises all around you of the building and so many people were taking their last breaths. I had to stay numb to stay focused-one floor after another to what I prayed would be safety. My chest hurt from breathing so hard. But I couldn't stop. I had a husband and child waiting for me at home. I had to make it not just for me, but them. Please God.