汉译英,万分感谢了.Adam Mayblum used to enjoy watching as storms lash

汉译英,万分感谢了.
Adam Mayblum used to enjoy watching as storms lashed the windows of his office:You think that's power?Mayblum would scoff.I'm on the 87th floor of the World Trade Center.That's power.The drawstrings on his window shades would appear to sway slightly,but it was an illusion.Although it was 1,040 feet in the sky,the WTC was quite steady.
When Mayblum felt a devastating rumble on that September morning,he glanced at the drawstrings.They were careening wildly,three feet in either direction.
Mayblum would be one of thousands cast into an extraordinary purgatory that morning.While as many as 25,000 would find their way to safety,5,000 would not.
For some,it was a matter of geography—not just which tower they worked in or on which floor,but in which corner of the building.
For some,the choices were as basic as which staircase to use.Others faced the ultimate moral dilemma:Save yourself,or save another.
The confusion inside Adam Mayblum's office at May Davis,a financial services firm,lasted just seconds.He knew he needed to get out.
He ripped his T-shirt into pieces,soaked the pieces in water and gave them to colleagues to cover their faces.Among them:Harry Ramos,head trader at May Davis.Mayblum had worked with Ramos off and on for 14 years.
Sparks bit at Mayblum's ankles as he raced for the stairs.He bolted down two flights before realizing that his trading partner,Hong Zhu,had been left behind.He went back upstairs,the whole area now filled with smoke and burning jet fuel.
There was no sign of Hong.Mayblum hurried down again and made it to the 78th floor,a transfer lobby where one set of elevators and stairs ended and another began.He saw a reassuring sight; Ramos had waded into the pandemonium to help panicked workers into a stairwell.
Mayblum continued his descent,the muscles in his calves contracting in spasms.On the 53rd floor,he came across a heavyset man whose legs just wouldn't move anymore.
"Do you want to come,or do you want us to send help?" Mayblum shouted.
The man asked him send help.Adam said he would.
In the noise,smoke and sparks,Mayblum didn't realize that his friend Hong Zhu was behind him in the stairwell the whole time.When Hong got to the 53rd floor,he came across Harry Ramos.Ramos had stooped to help the heavyset man Mayblum had seen earlier."I'll give you a hand," Hong said.

亚当梅布鲁用来喜欢看暴风雨猛烈抨击的他：你认为那是权力?梅布鲁嘲笑.我的世界贸易中心第八十七层楼.这就叫权力.细带,在他的窗帘会出现轻微摇晃,但它是一个幻想.虽然这是1040英尺的空中,世贸中心是相当稳定.
当梅布鲁认为毁灭性的持续,九月上午,他瞥了一眼带.他们疯狂地倾斜,在任何方向三英尺.
梅布鲁是一个千投到一个非凡的炼狱的早晨.虽然有多达25000将找到自己的方式安全,5000不.
对一些人来说,这是一个问题的geography-not只是他们工作的高楼或者楼层,但在建筑物的角落.
对一些人来说,选择是作为基本的楼梯使用.其他人面临着终极道德困境：保存自己,还是救人.
内心的困惑亚当梅布鲁的办公室在戴维斯,一家金融服务公司,只持续了几秒钟.他知道他需要滚出去.
他把他的T恤衫成块,浸泡在水和给他们的同事遮住自己的脸.其中：哈里·莫斯,首席交易员可能戴维斯.梅布鲁曾与这位14年了.
火花在梅布鲁的脚踝跑楼梯.他囫囵吞下2航班之前实现他的贸易伙伴,朱虹,留下了.他回到楼上,整个地区充满了烟雾和燃烧喷气燃料.
没有任何迹象表明香港.梅布鲁急忙又进了第七十八楼大厅,转让其中一集的电梯和楼梯的结束和另一个开始.他看见一个放心的视线；莫斯趟过在一片混乱中帮助恐慌的工人到楼梯间.
梅布鲁继续他的后裔,他的小腿肌肉收缩痉挛.在第五十三楼,他遇见一个粗壮的男人的腿就不动了.
“你要来的话,或你要发送的帮助?”梅布鲁喊.
人问他需要帮助.亚当说他会.
在噪声,烟雾和火花,梅布鲁没有意识到他的朋友朱虹在他身后的楼梯间的全部时间.当到达第五十三楼,他看到哈里·莫斯.拉莫斯已经堕落到帮助魁梧梅布鲁先前看到的.”我会给你一把,”洪说.