(I wrote 16 acres on June 3, 2002, after serving down in NYC in from late September 2001 thru May 2002, and sent it to my friends and patients. It was unknowingly forwarded, and I unexpectedly received hundreds of emails and letters telling me just how this piece affected those who read it – most of them from 2002-2005. Comment about it afterward if you’d like.)
(I wrote “The Flag” after going to the 10-year “Volunteers Reunion” at St. Paul’s Chapel on September 10, 2011. The continued occurrence of wonderful things never ceases to amaze me…!)
The Steel 9/11 Cross depicted here was made from the steel remains of Tower 1 and given to me as a 'thank you' for volunteering my services at St. Paul's Chapel for 8 months. It's been on my desk for over 8 1/2 years has not moved from there. Upon receiving it, I could swear it had a strange resonance to it, as if it were "sad" and somehow harbored some memories or secrets from those who died on 9/11/01. It's as if the steel held those secrets safe in the dark, and never supposed to see daylight. As if it knows it's not there anymore, doing it's job... I know of no other way to describe it, but it was a feeling that was common among the select few who received these crosses...