In memory of September 11th, we visited the Healing Fields in Sandy. I took my youngest daughter and two of her friends. We walked through the sea of red, white, and blue, looking at the names on the cards attached to each one of the more than 3,000 flags. I tried to teach the girls the significance of what they were seeing. But, being young, they could not resist a sunny day, the fresh air, and green grass.
They had to dance.
They healed me that day.
And reminded me we can do hard things
if we stick together and find time to dance and play along the way.
I am proud to be an American.
Red, white, and blue . . . through and through.
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