His most vivid memory of high school, however, was none of these
things but of 9/11, the day of the terrorist attack on the United
States. He was sitting in school, wearing his JROTC uniform in Texas,
and he cried with his classmates when they heard what happened to
America. He said he thought to himself, ``I can't believe this happened
to my nation.'' My Nation. You see, as a kid, Alan always believed this
was his Nation. It wasn't until he was unable to do things many of his
friends could do that he realized he was undocumented in America, with
no legal status. He couldn't get a driver's license like his buddies
did. He couldn't apply for financial aid to go to college.
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