Today is the third anniversary of 9-11. I’m one of only fourteen people on this entire airplane. I know we aren’t going to get hijacked, but I am still scared. We are in some really rough air right now, and this plane is getting tossed around at 35,000 feet. Fear can spark wildfire that turns into panic.; I just have to close my eyes and pray. God, give me peace.

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My plane landed safely, thank God. It only took a minute or two for all fifteen of us to leave the plane and run into the airport. Just like the airport in Nashville, the Phoenix airport was absolutely empty. I’m used to seeing hundreds of people crowding the gate, and hundreds more charging through the terminal. But no, there was no one. It was haunting.

I met Candyce at the St. Tim’s chapel in Mesa. We prayed for the families of the victims of 9-11. It seemed like the best way to end the day.