The little boy that gives up his favorite teddy bear
so that a stranger may be comforted.

I'm the single mother who has been trying
to teach her child to sleep in their own bed,
who holds them tight long into the night
thanking God it wasn't her child that died.

I'm the old man, angry and resentful that
his military doesn't want him because of his age.

I'm the teenaged girl that spends hours cutting
ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of remembrance.

I'm the young man who doesn't understand
why his father was running up the stairs
as the building fell, trying to save
just one more person, instead of saving himself.

I'm the old woman who will never
see her grandchild again.

I'm the little girl, playing with her doll
who can't understand when someone screams
hateful things at her because of where her family is from.

I'm the police officer, trying to keep idiotic
reporters safe when his wife is still among the missing.

I'm the fire fighter that called in sick that day
only to discover that someone else died in his place.

I'm the man who survived the falling building
only to learn that his sister and baby niece were in the plane.

I'm the secretary, angered by
the seemingly callous response of those around her.

I'm a spelunker, who is climbing down into the remains
of a building hoping to find someone still alive.

I'm the dog handler, searching for bodies
that has to comfort my animal when only death remains.

I'm the woman who stands in line for five hours
in order to give blood, hoping to help strangers in need.

I'm the man who gets up and goes to work every day
in spite of the tragedy, because he still has a family to feed.

I'm the first passenger to get back on a plane even
though I'm terrified because I know somebody has to be first.

Who am I?

I'm nobody special, I'm just an American.

Author Unknown

God forbid that I should boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ - - Galatians 6:14 ! ! !