Chapter 11

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This is being written on the tenth anniversary of the 9-11 attack on the US.

The day after the attack, I was working in a big old inner city church, putting in a new sound system. It was a hot day and we had the doors open to get a breeze.

People started coming in.

Some would kneel and pray, some would just sit and their minds would go wherever they went. I was watching over the equipment because it was after all the inner city. I was pretty much okay until

I saw an old guy in the last pew in back, just sitting and quietly sobbing.