Trisha and I were in Manhattan, which was home for us. We shared the disbelief and bewilderment with thousands of New Yorkers who flooded onto the streets after the terror attack. Our shock turned to despair when we tried giving blood in midtown, only to be told there was no need. New York, a city that is a regular cacophony of noise, was silent that day. Hundreds of survivors, many covered with the ash from the WTC, made the several mile walk to the Queensborough Bridge, a few...