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I am an American citizen. I may get a little confused when I tell the stories of my country--like James Madison’s role in writing the Constitution or exactly what is provided for in the Bill of Rights--but I know what those documents mean. I know I would go to war to defend them. I am an American citizen, and that is a privilege.
Like most of my peers, I have parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents who help me preserve our family history. From the stories of coming over on “the boat” to how my relatives fought through The Great Depression, I owe my family and this great country the duty of re-telling those stories to my children and grandchildren lest any of them ever forget those who came before us; those who worked their bodies hard as icemen, coalmen, cleaning ladies, miners, factory workers, and more so that we could go to school and make a good living.
I am an American citizen. I am fortunate enough to own two cars--the worse of which I drive to work, the better of which I give to my wife to keep my family safe, dry, warm, and cool. I try to provide them with good things--education, full bellies, a safe haven called home and, most importantly, a respected reputation. When my family goes anywhere, it is my responsibility to see they are welcomed in good graces by the name my wife and I have established. I am an American citizen. I have great pride. It is a cornerstone of a productive life.
