"The gun's extended magazine held 18 bullets. And every single one hit Smith.
He was confused, bleeding, but completely aware of what he was going through.
Smith’s survival instincts kicked in: Get away. Get away now.
His adrenaline spiking, Smith, 34, drove from his parking spot in the 100 block of Decatur looking for help. He turned onto Canal, then back into the French Quarter, until he hit Dauphine Street, a full eight blocks from the shooting scene. There, he saw a group of hotel workers and he calmly got out of his car to ask for help.
“I ran in there and I was like, Can y'all help me? I've just been shot. Everybody was running around going crazy. I was just standing around, like, oh man, I'm messing up these people's hotel.”
“I had blood all over their floor and stuff,” he recalled.
As Smith waited for an ambulance, his thoughts turned to his fiancée and two children, a 14-year-old daughter and 10-year-old son.
“I can't die. That's the only thing. I can't die. I got kids. I can't die.”"
The youthful rescuer raced into the choking smoke and flames, bolting up to the 14th floor where Yasleen became separated from Moreno — whose shrieks steered Silverio to the lost little girl. Silverio plucked the small child from the darkness and lugged her back down the stairs to waiting firefighters and EMTs, officials said.
But Yasleen, suffering from smoke inhalation and burns over 80% of her tiny body, died one day later at New York-Presbyterian Weill Cornell Medical Center. And the valiant Silverio, who arrived naked, burned and disoriented on the ground floor after running the fiery gauntlet, followed within 48 hours.
“I was shocked that a 19-year-old would go into the fire,” said Yasleen’s great uncle Willie Colon, 52, of the Bronx. “That guy is going to be in my heart forever.”
When mother and daughter tripped and became separated in the dense smoke, Silverio heard Jasmine screaming for her lost child, the sources said. Though he was already helping his grandmother navigate her way to safety, Silverio ran back up the stairs and grabbed the little girl — just as both were scalded by a blistering blast of heat and fire, according to the sources.
Burned but undaunted, Silverio carried the mortally injured child to safety.
“He had a beautiful spirit and a heart of gold,” said Jesse Alvarez, a second cousin of the intrepid Silverio. “He had a heart the size of this planet. I want New Yorkers to take away that a hero died, and that hero’s name was Lucas Silverio.”
This young gal is a "brand new private pilot and was taking her first passenger ever (her autistic brother) in a glider. She experienced a rope break at 140-150 ft. Nose came down, decided which field to land in ultimately slipping to help not roll through the next barbed wire fence. At 30 hours total time this went pretty damn well."
I was eating breakfast at Waffle House a year or so ago with my brother-in-law. The waitress spoke very broken English, but we surmised she was having some financial issues and that her electricity was about to be turned off. As we were leaving he pulled out a $100 and wrapped a $1 over it and handed it to her as her tip. When we got in the car he said “I really don’t have any idea wtf she was saying, but maybe that will help her out a little.”