Today my soul aches. It's 9/11. That alone brings reflection and solace.

But that's not why I ache, at least not in the way you might think. At lunch time I was listening to the radio, and as part of the coverage of the 9/11 events, I heard the voice of the President of the United States speaking about the tragedy. I had to wince to keep listening. Later after lunch, on the way back to the office, I heard another news report with his voice, again giving a speech on the tragedy. This time I had to turn off the radio.

That hurt. I couldn't listen to that man, who is supposed to be the leader of our great nation speak that way. I've grown to know him as a very dishonest man, who does not believe in the same country that I do. Not only does America have enemies from without, but the enemies from within are no longer minor annoyances, but have risen to power and are wielding that power in unspeakable ways.

The hurt that I felt 11 years ago today, was succored by a sense of common purpose among the great citizens of our nation ... And we healed.

The hurt that I feel today ... It will be a difficult road ahead.