The first strains of our adopted anthem begins. We look at each other. We promised each other we would always stand for this song. In unison our concert feet are on the floor. We dance. We raise our hands. As the majority of concert goers do.
Except once. The concert venue was packed out. My daughter and I had excellent seats on the second row center The familiar anthem intro begins. But no one else has stood up. We look at each other. We kept our tradition and bravely stood. Two of us. And before we knew it, the entire venue was standing. It was a goosebump moment.
And whenever I listen to this song, my heart soars, my feet want to dance and I still raise my hands in praise. Those concert days with daughters and their friends were the best.
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