I woke up thinking about the same thing I went to sleep reminiscing on...September 11, 2001. I would be hard pressed to forget where I was and the immediate inundation of shock, anger and thirst for vengeance I felt every time the horrific images flashed in my mind. I also will never forget how my chest and eyes swelled with pride at the images of how Americans of all manner of diversity came together like a tightly clinched fist to heal and help one another.
Several weeks ago, a friend of mine shared a video with me that she and her sons appeared in (time marker 1:08) entitled "Being An American Means...". As an American (an global citizen) I hope that compassion, tolerance and respect abound within and outside the invisible lines we staunchly insist on protecting or regaining depending on who you ask (I just want to know from whom are you recovering your country?).
I won't belabor the point. Check it out below.
