And now onto something completely different…

I had some ideas of things to write about for this blog post, but on May 1st, I was part of history. I was one of the 45,713 fans at the Philadelphia Phillies game, the largest gathering of Americans in America at the time of the news that the United States Navy Seals had found and killed Osama Bin Laden.  The USA chants started in MY section, after a gentleman turned to inform his friends, and it emanated throughout the sold out stadium.  Until the entire stadium was chanting “U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!”  It was one of the most unbelievable experiences that I have ever been a part of.  It was no longer the joy of being at a professional baseball game, against our biggest rival, it was about something so much bigger; bigger than me, bigger than the Phillies, bigger than baseball. It did not matter anymore who you were rooting for on the field, because everyone was rooting for the same thing.

I was so inspired and so excited to be a part of something so life changing.  “The best night of my life,” I heard people saying.  I do not think I even realized the magnitude of what was happening and what had happened until riding home and talking to friends and hearing them tell me about how the Phillies game was a main focus, not only on ESPN, but other major networks like FOX, CNN and ABC.  Talking to my students, friends and colleagues today, they all wanted to know what it was like to be a part of an event. It was not only a baseball game, but also where people were just proud and happy to be people.

I understand that everyone who reads this is not American, and am not pushing any politics or patriotism towards you, but it was truly amazing to be a part of something the people will be talking about for years.  I will remember exactly where I was when I found out about Osama Bin Laden being killed, the same way I remember where I was when the Phillies won the World Series, and when I learned of the news of 9/11.  And more personal, where I was when I found out my grandmother had died, or when my friend found out he had cancer.  These are moments in my life that I will tell my children and their children about.

I want to hear about those moments in your life.  Please share…


3 thoughts on “USA! USA! USA!”

  1. Wow Scotty, what a vivid narrative and message. The birth of my children, 9/11 as for most, my wedding, our presentation at Temple U, are among many of the milestones in my life that will always be with me.

  2. Scott Scott Scott 🙂 You never fail to fill my heart.

    For me It would be the 24th September 2008 in London at the International Legal Firm where I was working and I got a txt message from my mum all the way in Australia telling me my sister had gone into labour earlier that day at 8am. A few hours later at 12.38pm and I had a text from my dad saying “it is….” then another one “a BOY!” Naturally I grabbed my cellphone and rushed into an empty office where I promptly burst into tears much to my colleagues amusement and spoke to my sister on the phone and then my mum and on it went. I still have all the text messages stored in my phone.

    Then on the 1st October 2008 I got to see and hold my nephew Xanda, falling completely in love, totally unaware that this gorgeous precious new life would one day save mine.

    Up with those 2 most incredible experiences is on the 18th October, 2010 when I skype @scottysuss and @ronbercume for the first time talking about our goals and love for ILWAD and of course our awe and love for one another.

  3. It is really cool to be a part of something much bigger than yourself and then realizing afterward the magnitude of what you were a part of or what you did! It’s a great feeling!

    There are a few moments in my life that I can remember exactly what I was doing and what was said, in particular, when my mom died. I was on vacation with my two younger sisters and we found out the day before we were to come home that she was in the hospital with infections. I wasn’t overly concerned because she tended to come down with weird illnesses and be absolutely fine. Things just took a down turn quickly. We were not told that she passed away over night but I knew the last time I talked to my dad before getting on the plane that things were never going to be the same. Walking off the plane and seeing my entire family standing at the gate waiting for us, my first reaction was, you’re not supposed to be down here and then before anything was said…I knew. My concern then was how my sisters were going to handle the realization and the road that lied ahead.

    On a more positive note, I’ll never forget how excited I was when I got my first apartment in the city! It was such a great feeling to move into my own place!!

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