Copyrights reserved by the author. If you are in doubt, please click on 'Copyrights' and read the details.I am afraid........ By J. G. Fabiano Is there anyone else out there who is afraid? Back in 1960, I wore a white shirt and dark string black tie in order to become a part of the new frontier. I hoped my future would be filled with Peace Corps activities and with me evolving into becoming an integral part of Camelot. In 1963, my hopes were crushed. I remember feeling the vacuum of what happens when a person's beliefs are crushed and nothing is put into its place. I remember being confused to the fact that a man who did not have the same color skin as me could invoke such remarkable hope. I applauded this new face for our future yet did not have the courage to join his quest. In 1968, I felt distressed. How could anyone hope to destroy a dream by killing its dreamer. I became confused and lost but, being young I came back. I remember the excitement of the elections of 1968. I wore the young man's denims hoping to be a part of a new era of belief and trust. I would be part of this new and young future of America. In 1968, my hopes were crushed. The vacuum returned with drugs and alcohol and defeat taking its place. I cried to myself and swore I would not allow myself to ever open myself up again to trust and hope for my own future. Now in 2009, as an old man I am again looking up hoping the future of my country will be better than its past. I want to become a part of this tall skinny man's dream of having our nation once again have the all overwhelm the few. I am almost ready to join his crusade but, I am afraid. Is there anyone else out there who is afraid? The End.
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