Looking Glass

“What was it like being frozen for all those years?”
The simple answer is that I don’t know. The ice didn’t slow my heart, it stopped it. I was no more alive than your average Thanksgiving turkey sitting in your freezer – everything that made me into me was gone.
In a similar vein, believers often ask if I went to heaven, and I always answer the same thing: I don’t know. If I did, it’s not a place I remember.

From Steve Rogers' Instagram account.

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Steve Rogers “What was it like being frozen for all those years?”

The simple answer is that I don’t know. The ice didn’t slow my heart, it stopped it. I was no more alive than your average Thanksgiving turkey sitting in your freezer – everything that made me into me was gone.

In a similar vein, believers often ask if I went to heaven, and I always answer the same thing: I don’t know. If I did, it’s not a place I remember.

What I remember, though, is that I dreamt in a way I never had before. Right before I was swept away by nothingness, I dreamt bigger, longer—the world around me was crystal clear. I could taste and smell, see and hear, touch and be touched. I remember dreaming that I was going home, that I was stepping off the ferry at the NY docks on a sunny morning, and the moment my boots touched solid ground, the most intense feeling of happiness washed over me.

For the first time in a long, long time it felt like everything would be alright. But perhaps I can attest the feeling to Bucky being there, alive and well. I remember the warmth of him when he pulled me into a hug as if the war had never made a groove on his soul, the eager claps on the back, the whisper in my ear promising that tonight would be our night, just like old times.

It was one final dream to end all dreams.

However, eighty years later and I can say that the feeling of happiness that washed over me then is nothing compared to what I felt today. As many of you might have already read, this morning Bucky was officially pardoned by President Obama. I want to thank each and every one of you that believed in Bucky’s story and supported him throughout this – it is your voices that have made it possible for us to finally go home to Brooklyn tonight.

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