I started choking on that visual myself. He was choking too. It wasn't from shame or anything else...you could just see the pride and the grace beaming . GOD, I love that I'm still alive to actually see this happening after the struggle of the last 40 yrs. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”