I'm American

I can't recall the last time were traditional moments of nationalism inspired a patriotic response from me. Sure, I understand, and respect, the gravity behind the 4th of July and Veterans Day, and I wish to take nothing away from anyone who lost their lives or love ones for the United States of America. However, the normalcy that is American Pride, just doesn't rise on me at these moments.

My sense of recalcitrance most likely stems from my issues with society in light of the world at large. America, the mighty machine, the land of the free, seemed just to be hypocrisy to me. After learning the masked histories taught in classrooms, and watching the political cesspool on the hill, the Shameless one felt disgusted.

However, my travels and knowledge of other cultures will be in vain, if I cannot take into account the beauty of my own country. I see that now, and it is only be some divine plan that exceeds my knowledge, as to why I was fortunate to be born an American.

Today I spoke with two individuals from Latin America and both of them saw America in the same light. A land of opportunity to free them from the dire circumstance of their homelands.

"America is the best," said Jesus.

He's here from Venezuela to learn English in order to be useful in the global workforce. His Spanish is no where near sufficient to get him where he desires. - su sangre es latino- but English will get him the good job, which will get the nice car and house, which will give him the security that he couldn't find at home.

Laila left Brasil a year ago. Everything she knows is back in sambaland, and she has virtually no one in Houston. Millions of people, and she approached me in a cafe because I sported my Brazilian jersey. A facebook add made the connection, but her need of help made the call. She asked if I could help her as a reference on an application, because she knows no one in the city. No one but an eccentric American, who for all she could knew could have been a terrible man. Luckily he was just a Shameless Vagabond.

"Coming to America was the second step Bradley. You can't go back to step one," Laila said. "This is my opportunity."

I normally don't feel patriotic, but when I meet people like these I can't help but to wonder what I'm missing out on and what I'm taking for granted. The language I desire to avoid, is the one the entire world desires to learn as necessity for their lives. The country I desire to travel abroad from is the one where everyone tries to find opportunity.

I'm American, and I'm proud to say it. But the reasons of my patriotism reflect upon the faces of those who desire to be in my shoes. No matter how many languages I learn, or stamps dawn my passport, that will never change.