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The ramblings and reflections of a want-to-be philanthropic, humanitarian vagabond. |
As I walked out of Customs in Atlanta, a large elderly African American man said”welcome home baby.” I smiled, welcome home indeed.
There were several troops on my flight and there were large thank you and welcome home signs and people cheering outside customs and baggage claim. Im not always the most patriotic person but it made me proud to be an American and that much more thankful to be home. I obviously love traveling and exploring other cultures but at the end of every trip I’m reminded how blessed I am to be from here.
