After witnessing the first jetliner crash
into the Twin Towers on that bright Sept. 11 morning in 2001, a friend
of mine’s wife and 7-year old daughter fled to their nearby Manhattan
loft and ran to the roof to look around. From there, they saw the second
plane explode in a rolling ball of flaming fuel across the rooftops. It
felt like the heat of a fiery furnace. Not long after, the girl was struck with
blindness. She rarely left her room. Her parents worked with therapists
for months, trying various techniques including touch and visualization,
before the young girl finally recovered her sight.