Tuesday, November 08, 2011
On a cold, bitter January 20, 2009, before sunrise, I – joined by 1.8 million people – stepped on to the National Mall in Washington, D.C. to witness history—the Presidential Inauguration of our 44th President, Barack Obama. I was part of a new era of America, the country that had gently but securely adopted me after my escape from Vietnam in 1975. My past suddenly slipped into the darkness and a renewed sense of hope emerged in front of me, brightly illuminating the future, suddenly within...