The Heroes

Americans are loud; pretty loud!

And their loudness came to me through their grief when the Shuttle Discovery went aflame and the whole country was devastated. I was in San Francisco when that happened. And it was like a dream in hell. I was driving. The man in the radio was screaming. He was loud. He was saying, “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”

I had to pull to the side and digest what I had heard. Then, I screamed loudly than I had ever screamed. The humanity in me came out blasting. In that flight America represented to me the dream of all humanity and that dream was mine!

I was part of that dream.

Yes, Americans deserve my gratitude! It was a day when I accepted the notion of being an American. I am an American!


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