Sharing a drink with a close friend recently, I was touched by a simple but inspiring toast.
The hypothetical situation had been proposed that, at some point in time in the future, my wife and I might decide to become French citizens and reside in Paris permanently. While I continue to ‘identify’ strongly as an American, the idea is not completely out of the question.
“If you decided to do that,” my Parisian friend continued, “I would toast you, as I have my Algerian, Moroccan, and Indian students who have applied and been accepted as citizens here.”
He paused and lifted his glass, generations of Gallic pride swelling in full force.
“Congratulations,” he announced. “Now you are as French as me.”