Election Day Encounter: We Are All Americans
by Scoti Domeij
I went to Sam’s. Saw an elderly black man wearing a “Retired Army” hat parked in the handicapped spot loading his car. I shouted to him, “Hey, Army! Thanks for your service! My son was an Army Ranger.” He walked over to me and asked, “Where’s your son?”
ME: He was killed in Afghanistan.
HIM: Thank you for your sacrifice.
I went on my merry way. He pulls his SUV up behind my car as I’m loading up my groceries. He gets out of his car and hugs me.
HIM: I’m so sorry for your loss. He hugs me again.
ME: I start crying.
HIM: I lost a buddy in 1968 in Vietnam, the pain never goes away.
ME: I sure wish it would.
He hugs me tight again. More tears.
ME: Thank you, we’re family.
Now folks, THAT’S AMERICA.
As he walked away, I ask, “Are you a Christian?”
HIM: Sure am.
As Americans we have MORE in common—than less.