To Be An American

I’ve tried to start this blog post at least three different times. I stare at the blank screen, type a few words, and then hit the back button until there is nothing but empty space. Normally, I’m not at a loss for words. After all, it is my job to find the words that others are struggling to identify. Today marks the sixteenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks in the United States and I still don’t quite know how to address them. I remember exactly where I was when the first plane hit, I remember watching everyone around me react in various shades of confusion, then fear, then sorrow. Today is a day of remembrance. It is a day for honoring those lost and those that have served and continue to do so. Over the past several weeks, the United States has seen its fair share of natural disasters. More than anything, we’ve seen what it means to be an American.

I’ve seen stories of neighbors helping neighbors.

I’ve seen stories of men and women in bass boats helping the stranded.

I’ve seen stories of communities banding together to raise money and offer hope.

I’ve seen strength, and grit, and bravery.

Today, I don’t have many words to share with you. Today I just wanted to take a moment to share my gratitude and hope for the future. No matter what we face as a people, as a country, as human beings, we will move forward because we are strong.

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