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E pluribusunum E Pluribus Unum Sept 11, 2001 My heart ached. I was tired of crying. Tired of hoping. Exhausted from feeling, the day American's came to my aid. I stretched to place a coin into an offering, and I read, 'E Pluribus Unum, In God We Trust'. I saw a lone man waving a flag on the overpass of the freeway. A young boy looking on as his father in a ponytail lovingly smoothed a flag bumper sticker to the back window of their car. A woman burying her face in the flag, and another whose tear sizzled against the wick of a flickering candle. I listened to those who too often argued bitterly about who is wrong and who is right say "we". I too heard, a president who listened, and who prayed. I healed a bit, as exhausted rescuer choked up with "I'm only doing my job." and I closed my eyes and hugged my child when he whispered, "We'll be better tomorrow mom." Tonight, I am not white or black, or yellow. I am not a Jew or a Christian or a pagan. I am not Japanese, or French or Danish. I am not a mourner or a survivor or even a rescuer. I am, an American just like them, just like you. In many, we are one. E Pluribus Unum. |
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