The Spirit of America

One of my liberal friends an I have been having a debate recently on my facebook page.
Years ago, she was my manager in a store that no longer exists. We both went on to other things. For some strange reason Facebook has brought many of us together. It was only a short time, micro seconds in a galactic clock. We worked together as a team. Our goal, a simple one, make money for our store owner and as a result achieve our own success. We have all gone our separate ways. Only a few are still working for Dominos. The companies for which we once worked, no longer exist. yet it gives me reason to think. What is the Spirit of America? Who is the Spirit and does it even still exist. I believe it does and here is why.

Citizens of the United States of America! Now doesn't that have a ring to it. I first saw you in my back yard when i was three years old. You were driving a massive black steam locomotive on the New Haven line between Providence and Worcester. You never saw me, but i was there.

I saw you sitting scared in my father's barbershop. Your house across the street was on fire.
You helped my mom serve coffee to the firefighters.

You drove the massive front end loader in the blizzard of 1978. You came through from Buffalo N.Y. and helped a snowbound city recover.

You caught me as I fell of the top of a forty foot tower in basic training. You risked your life to save mine.

I was a stranger in a southern city. You paid for my hotel room while we waited for my car to be towed from the interstate. I still have the Bible you gave me. It has traveled many miles and many years.

You working in the infield of a track which no longer exists. Your daughter sold me coffee at a nearby diner in the state of William Penn.

Another track and another time. You befriended a lonely young drunken racefan. Later we would serve the Lord together. You have gone to him and I remain.

You and I have never met. You made the steel for my cars, the flour for my pizza dough.

On a sunny spring day in a far away land, you saw a scared and broken man. You gave him hope.

Yes America, your Spirit is alive and well. I see you each and every day. I hear you on my radio. I chat with you on this thing we call the internet. I work with you in a pizza shop.
You pulled me over and did not have my car towed.

I know you. You are white and black, gay and straight. Your families, like mine came from all over the world in search of freedom and a chance to have a better life.

Yes America, your Spirit is alive and well. We have some tests ahead, but we will pass them together. We will pull together like we have so many times like we have since our country was born. We will succeed, we will win and we will prosper. No one man or group of men can defeat us.

We are the Spirit of America.