It started last night. The posts about where you were when “IT” happened. Of course I remember just like anyone my age remembers, but what I remember most during that time period, was first shock, then anger, then pride. Yes pride. I remember the flags, stickers, and shirts. I remember the firemen and police officers from all over our country going to help. I remember the volunteers. I remember the sense of urgency as people asked what could WE do? What could we all do to help? I remember people from other countries offering support. I remember all races, religions, and political parties offering to do whatever they could to lend a hand. I remember feeling a sense of awe. I remember feeling like this:
Okay. I just cried again, but it was worth it just to watch that clip. Yes. I am a patriot.
“When an American says that he loves his country, he means not only that he loves the New England hills, the prairies glistening in the sun, the wide and rising plains, the great mountains, and the sea. He means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect.” ~Adlai Stevenson