Says it all, really.

The President and Our Psyche

Today, I have come to the realization that I never fully grasped what it meant to be the President of the United States of America. I took for granted a strong, stable leader and how important it was for the psyche and well being of our entire nation. Our previous presidents — no matter what their party, policy or personal baggage were all assuaging, comforting and even inspiring forces during times of great strife.

September 11th is burned into my soul as it is yours.

Let me begin by saying, I am not a Bush supporter. Never was. Don’t get me started on Iraq, WMD’s, and all the rest of the BS.

However for now, indulge me by closing your eyes and thinking back to the moment when George W. Bush said through that bullhorn, “I can hear you, the rest of the world hears you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon.”

I know that your heart swelled with pride and even relief, just like mine did when you heard his words. That you were able to lift your chin a little bit higher despite the devastation. We were so scared, so angry…but he was composed, confident and seemingly unflappable…and we knew we would be ok. He spoke of love, compassion and went on to address his country that evening in a way that we needed to hear.

We knew we were going to get through it…someway…somehow…together.

We, the American people, had each other.

I tear up when I think about that moment to this very day.

When we were broken beyond repair, our President picked us up, brushed us off and gave us the courage to push on.

He brought us together as a nation…and as a human family.

Whatever his shortcomings…whatever happened afterwards…when we needed him the most, our commander in chief was there.

God almighty, how far we have fallen.