Long before this country became a country, men and women traveling to the new world had a vision of what they wanted - a city upon a hill - one that shone brightly unlike any other country so that all the world could see. America is a beacon of light because of visions that became reality - visions that became reality through hard work, sweat, patriotism, and a belief. Today the eyes of the world still rest on this nation. Each spring my family and I attend a rodeo, and during the opening ceremonies of this rodeo, I am filled with great pride in my country. The American flag is proudly carried around the arena as the wind fills it with life. The crowd is standing, hats off, and hands on their chests as the national anthem is played. This is