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"‘I LOOK DIFFERENT’
On Oct. 3, Virginia Dichiara came home to a house scented with flowers. Outside her two-story brick and wood-paneled house in Bloomfield, neighbors had lined the walkway with flowerpots. A big sheet read, welcome home, virginia. When DiChiara stepped in, she saw bright bouquets and cards on every available counter space. Her golden retrievers went wild. Friends and family crowded around. The phone was ringing incessantly. DiChiara was overwhelmed. The one call she took without hesitation was from Roy Bell, the man who had bolted out of the elevator just ahead of her. Reliving September 11, the two survivors wept. .... One day, about three weeks after she got home, Salemi went to pick up his friend and co-boat-owner from physical therapy, which DiChiara attends five days a week. She had been struggling with the unacceptable prospect that life would never be normal again. Salemi wanted her to have an escape from the rules and routines of burn recovery. So on that blissfully, sunny fall morning, they drove off to the Jersey shore, where they had spent so many wild summer days. Along the way, Salemi mischievously broke the doctor’s rules: he let her drive his Acura for about 15 minutes. Few activities give DiChiara, a proud BMW owner, more pleasure than driving; it’s one of the things she most misses. Behind the wheel DiChiara was transformed. “She was out of her mind,” says Salemi. “It gave her a ray of sunshine. It gave her self-confidence. It made her whole day.” They ended up at Bahrs, a seafood place in the Atlantic Highlands, where they ate lobster and homemade biscuits. They had escaped. “It was almost like playing hooky,” says Salemi."
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