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!