I cry for my country

Since You Asked: Uncommon Advice from Cary Tennis

In Castiglion Fiorentino, in the beautiful Tuscan hills, I’m looking out across the continent, I’m looking out at the country that I love, that I was born in, the country that my father fought for and my uncles fought for, my grandparents fought for, I’m looking out, and I cry for my country. I cry for the people suffering, I cry for the people who suffered for four years under this fool of a maniac named Donald Trump, I cry for those who’ve died of COVID-19 who didn’t have to die … I cry for that country because I love that country, it’s the country I was born in and raised in. I put my hand over my little 10-year-old heart and said the Pledge of Allegiance all through elementary school and raised the flag and folded the flag and it was a country of majesty and beauty … and now … I look out at America and I listen to Rachel Maddow interviewing Cory Booker talking about the Capitol policeman lying in honor in the Capitol and it tears me up, it tears me up and brings tears to my eyes … there’s tears running down my face, and these are salty American tears, tears for that country that somehow just got off the track. …

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