God Bless America 🇺🇸
As the son of an Italian immigrant mother who became a naturalized U.S. citizen, I’m proud to celebrate America’s 250th Independence Day as a second-generation American, a first-generation college graduate, and the proud son of a firefighter and Rescue Company captain.
My family’s American story started with my grandmother, who crossed the Atlantic by ocean liner in steerage (the lowest ticket class) alone with two young children for 2 weeks, one of them my mother, leaving behind everything and everyone she knew in her village in search of a better life. Italy at the time was still a poor and mostly agricultural country. In 1950’s America, she worked in the sweatshops, one of the few opportunities available to newly arrived Italian immigrant women, earning 25 cents a day just so her children could have opportunities she never did.
My mother and her siblings embraced becoming Americans. They learned English because it was the language of opportunity. And despite the prejudice and negative stereotypes, they went to American schools and understood that assimilating into American society and culture would create opportunities for them. At the same time, they never lost their Italian heritage or their Catholic faith. They became Americans without forgetting where they came from.
My mother went on to spend more than 40 years working in the family’s independent auto parts business. My mother, aunt and gay uncle were pioneers who built the business into a long-lasting local store in a male dominated industry. My uncle (and godfather) unfortunately died of AIDS in the late 1980s. So my aunt kept the business going for the next 35 years, and my mom remained a dedicated part of the business for over four decades. Their perseverance, loyalty to one another, and commitment to family shaped the person I am today.
My father’s story was no less American. My grandfather was an orphan who served in the U.S. Navy during World War II before becoming a police officer, while my grandmother worked as an evening maintenance cleaner at a local university. Together, they built a life centered on hard work and service while raising their two children in the projects. My father carried that legacy forward by spending 30 years putting his life on the line for his community as a firefighter and later a Rescue Company captain. After retiring, he spent another decade teaching the next generation of EMTs, firefighters, and police officers to do the same. He ultimately succumbed to an illness linked to his time spent at Ground Zero during the 9/11 rescue and recovery effort in New York City.
The privilege of being born an American citizen and the opportunities I’ve had exist because generations before me were willing to sacrifice, persevere, and risk everything for the chance to become Americans and also serve their fellow Americans. They believed the promise of America was worth betting everything on - including their lives - just like our founding fathers did. Their stories made my story possible.
Today, I’m grateful for the opportunities this country has given my family and for the sacrifices that made my story possible.
Happy 250th Independence Day.
God bless the stars and stripes.
God bless those who put their life on the line for freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
God bless those who serve their fellow Americans with pride and love of country.
God bless America.
Land of the free. Home of the brave.