Unnerving feelings.

Have you ever had a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, like something’s either not right or about to happen?  I know I have, and have had this feeling since Obama took office in 2008.  When I saw that he was the presidential nominee, I watched him and watched people who admired him so greatly.  My first thought was not that I wanted to vote for him, but that there’s something seriously wrong with him.  The pit in my stomach arose at this time and has yet to go away. I was asked all the time, why don’t you like him?  I could pinpoint it immediately, a president is not supposed to be popular.  He’s not supposed to fawned over and glorified, but he was, because he is black and young.  People my age felt comfortable with him because he is a young president and we’d be moving forward as a nation to elect a black man.  I feel like this was my first problem with him, he possessed these “qualities” and people blindly followed him.  It reminds me of someone else who rose to power from his popularity and charismatic speeches, Hitler.

Another problem I have with him is the first thing he passed into law, that we as tax payers have to pay for African women’s abortions.  I am a Catholic woman, through and through.  I’m pro-life and this president just violated one of the most important things in my belief system, life.  In my mind, I wonder, how can he call himself a Christian when he goes and does something like this.  Most Americans had a problem with this, but the media never really covered it.

Obamacare.  How’s it working for you?  I’m betting that it’s not.  How does a law that nobody wants, get through anyways?   If you are a liberal who voted for Obama and supported Obamacare, and lost your insurance, I’m not sorry, just saying, you were warned of the many flaws it came with.  No one thought that death panels would be a reality, but I knew and it’s coming this way.

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When I Became Patriotic, My Story.

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

The summer before sixth grade my parents and I took a trip to Williamsburg, Virginia.  When we entered the beautiful colonial town it was like stepping into a history book, or time travelling.  People roaming around, doing daily tasks that people in 1700-1800’s would do.  When you walked into the buildings, people would comment on your appearance like it was out of the norm, or telling you what was happening in the world, during that year.

I learned so much there, I realized how hard it must have been to leave your country and start anew and fight for freedom you hadn’t had before.  I’m sure that there were times then that made them question, “was this all really worth it”?  Yes, yes it was.  I was mesmerized by the town and awed and inspired.  I knew in that moment, this is why I’m an American.  I’m so proud.  My parents, being patriots before this trip, had refreshed love for this great nation.

I felt a change in my very being from that week, but Williamsburg was not our only stop.  We went to Washington D.C. and that ignited my love even brighter.  Our country was founded by men who would stop at nothing to protect the people from tyranny and uphold the American flag as a symbol of hope, freedom, and pursuit of happiness.  They were people of God.

When we returned home from that trip, I was informed and excited.  I told all of my friends who just kind of shrugged it off, which I can’t say I blamed them, they didn’t know my experience.  I feel like to become a true patriot is similar to become a born again Christian, when you find the truth in something, it’s unstoppable and when you know, you just know.  Since I was quite young then, I could not wrap my head around anyone wanting to hurt us, or our great nation.  I just thought everyone loved America or were just jealous.  I didn’t know until the day came.

It was a day like any other day.  I got up, went to school.  Just like any other day.

I was sitting in my art class, working on a project when a lady who worked in the front office came racing in.  She whispered to our art teacher and she said, “Oh my God, no.”  She turned on the small TV in our classroom and the news came on.  It was footage of one of the twin towers falling.  I didn’t understand, it didn’t register.  I looked at my teacher and she’s crying.  Other children looked as confused as I was.  I heard friends whisper about maybe getting out of school early, which we didn’t, because we really didn’t know what was happening.

When I got home, my mom was on her knees in the living room, crying, bawling, yelling.  She explained that it was a terrorist attack.  I felt like someone knocked the air out of my lungs.  I was horrified.  Here I just went on a trip and discovered who I am, which is a full blown patriot, and now someone is attacking our great nation.  It felt personal.  It hurt me so much.

I watched President George W. Bush’s reaction and thought he handled the situation with such grace.  He was a brand new president when this happened and I can’t imagine what was like, having to make the decisions he made.  I give him so much credit for not scaring the children he was reading to.  He is a president to be proud of, no matter what your beliefs are or political alignment might be.  He knew how to speak when terror struck.

Ever since 9-11-2001 I have been a born again American, you hurt our country, you’re also hurting me.