Sometimes photos scream at decibels that inflict pain...in more ways than one. Like you...like the world, I remember the events of the day as they unfolded six years ago. As I entered the fourth hour of being glued to my TV, I was desperate to find something redeeming rise from the ashes of the WTC, the Pentagon and in that field in rural Pennsylvannia. I believe I saw the Phoenix…for a little while, anyway. I wanted to see it. I guess I “needed” to see it. Emotional salve for my emotional wounds. The scar healed rough though. I wrote about it in my blog , too. I’ll never forget the significance of Septemeber 11th. Then again, I can’t even see the date of November 22nd without thinking of a young president, his lovely First Lady, an easier, more innocent time and the cold, windy day in Dallas that seemed to stop time, progress and life as we knew it. LK lauriekendrick.wordpress.com