Tonight while I was on the highway about to go over the lake in Rockwall, I passed many people standing out in the heat holding American flags and waving proudly to all of us driving by. These people reminded me of the pride I felt after 9/11 when America seemed to suddenly burst into red, white, and blue and 'God Bless Americas.' I pride myself in being patriotic (so much so, that I tear up when certain songs play during a 4th of July fireworks display). Looking back, I think 9/11 is what shaped my patriotism. I'll never forget working at Chick-fil-A when 2 policewomen ordered and their meal rang up to $9.11. One of the women looked at her partner when she saw the total and said, "Oh wow. Let's take a moment." And they did. They stood right there in front of me with their heads bowed. I admired their respect.
I'll also never forget people ordering "freedom fries" instead of waffle fries. Haha. That was a bit funnier to me, but I appreciated the sentiment. Some of those things seem silly, but I'm sure we all have similar moments that we remember happening after 9/11.
I'm thankful to these people who decided to sweat outside today and hold flags over the highway so I could be reminded to be thankful that God allowed me to be born in America.
God bless America!