AN EMOTIONAL DAY
(The two flags of my heritage):
Emotional. I hate that. I’ve had my emotions stirred today three times and ended up in tears – of happiness, I think.
I am Scandinavian. We. Don’t. Cry. Only sometimes we do, and then we look like a mess and feel like a mess and we’re embarrassed – and we ask, “How does that happen?”
So, today –
Happy thing number one – Son spent a few hours here today; we kept so busy; and his actions and his stories filled me with . . . wonder! and a great deal of gratitude. (He’ll know why.) A very happy day.
Happy thing number two –
Big loud crashing thunderstorm today. And more to come! Early in the evening I was in my “study” at one edge of the house and the thunder struck. Not the muffled, rumbling thunder that comes through thick clouds, but the sharp, banging kind that makes it seem as though some heavy equipment with sharp distinct edges just got dropped overhead. In fact one set of thunderclaps was so loud and distinctive that I looked out the window to the house next door with the thought that it just might have collapsed. Spectacular noise !! (The house is okay.)
Very pumped up and excited.
And then – President Trump began his speech. Happy thing number three.
Every single sentence of his touched me very deeply. It was like the things I was thinking, the things I had been hoping for, the things that I have desired for our country was all being verified and affirmed. Someone was speaking my thoughts! At last.
It’s been thirty years since I’ve heard a presidential speech without having to cringe.
No cringing tonight, just grateful for a president who loves our country as much as I do. And I hated it because his words touched me with hope and pride and good possibilities – and it made me cry. “How does that happen?”
Thank goodness I was alone. I absolutely lost it when President Trump got to Jamiel Shaw Jr. I had been very affected by his death several years ago. I wrote about it one Memorial Day although I don’t remember quite how I made the connection.
I was horrified that this accomplished and beloved son was shot in cold blood – by an illegal immigrant who had been released from prison.
Mr. Jamiel shaw, Sr. and President Trump, friends
Jamiel Shaw. I never wanted to forget him because he is a symbol, to me, of all the victims of crimes, especially crimes committed against Americans by those who are here illegally. His father was especially devastated, in a way that I could only fearfully imagine. Please, God, may I never experience the death of one of my children. But Mr. Jamiel Shaw, Sr., did. And he and all the other families of such victims need our sympathy, our prayers, and our help.
Actually, all the good people who were showcased in the speech tonight moved me to tears. (How does that happen? Why should I be crying?)
It is to our amazement that when President Trump announced the new task force to help the victims of these crimes — was it V.O.I.C.E.? — the television cameras showed the entire Democrat side of the Congress booing, hissing, and sitting still.
He said that “every problem in our country can be solved. Every hurting family can be healed, so why not join forces to get the job down. Let’s work together.” Funny, again, only one half of the Congress applauded. The Democrat side sat in stony silence. Really? They don’t want to work together to heal our nation? to heal hurting families? Or is it that they WILL not work together with the president of the United States?
Well, again, every sentence that I heard President Trump say surprised me by how deeply I had wanted to hear those things. It was uplifting. “Why should we not expect wonderful things from Americans again . . .?”
Maybe I do know how those tears happened tonight.