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As I wondered what could fill a new Patriots’ Corner Page at this critical time in American history, an email from The Big Kahuna answered my question in the blink of an eye and 10 seconds into reading it!  This page is dedicated to the attitude of Patriotism found only in America.  Sad that it takes a foreign newspaper writer to so specifically dot the i’s and cross the t’s of that attitude when many of our own countrymen do not have the first clue of understanding it! 

 

I am probably breaking all the rules by publishing this because I do not have the name of the author or the source, but this begs to be circulated and boy do we need to read it and let it sink in as we approach the anniversary of what could have been America’s true awakening.  Many thanks, Kahuna!  Deb V.

 

 

This was just received by me from my dear friend EFLATJOHN in River Ridge - might do your readers a lot of good to know that there are those in the world who do think kindly of America and Americans.  Proud to pass this on.  BigKahuna


We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about us, the USA. An editorial from Romanian Newspaper: When you think the US isn't thought well of all over the world, read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper.

~An Ode to America~

Author Unknown


Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations. Some of them are nearly extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and in matters of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many there are.

Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, and the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.

After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or the president was passing. On every occasion they started singing their traditional song: "God Bless America!"

Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There was Clint Eastwood, Willy Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Sylvester Stallone, James Wood, and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together. The American's spirit of solidarity turned them into a choir. Actually, choir is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of the American soul.

What neither George W. Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor Colin Powell could say without facing the risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was being heard in a great and unmistakable way through this charity concert.

I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of America didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country without running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or suspected of who-knows-what ulterior motive.

 

I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.  How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?  Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.

What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace.  I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion...
Only freedom can work such miracles!

 

 

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