The other day I was thinking back on an experience I had when I was a teenager. I spent two summers in the country of Armenia. (Not Romania, Armenia) Armenia has been on my mind a lot of late, mostly do to what is going on in Georgia right now.
Anyway, what I was thinking about the other day was how lucky I was to have that experience. I learned a greater appreciation for things like, electricity, running water, and air conditioning. Things that most of us here take for granted. The day we got home from our first trip to Armenia the first thing my brother, The Monastic Assassin, (on a side note I don’t know if he even knows where that nick name came from or that I call him that.) and I did was flip the lights on and off and run a lot of hot water down the drain.
I also learned to love America a lot more.
One thing that we got to do in Armenia was go to come great concerts. That first summer they were doing a summer long tribute to American and Armenian composers. At the beginning of each concert they played the Armenian national anthem, which at the time had yet to get new words since they had become free from the USSR so it was just this beautiful music, followed by our national anthem. All the Americans stood, looking at the US flag and sang that song. I have never been able to hear the national anthem since with out crying. That was when I learned about patriotism. That is a lesson I wish I could share with every citizen of this country.
Did you have an experience that taught you what my summers in Armenia did?