7/4/06
many of us celebrate this time of year with picnics and fireworks. usually somebody fires up the grill. cold brews are passed around. the spirit of family, friends, and country is almost electric. many of us take our freedoms for granted most days of the year. as if its our american birth right. don't get me wrong, i believe in patriotism. only i believe in the kind of patriotism that feels like home . the kind that tells me to have pride in my "home" even if i am ashamed of how some members of the family may act. the kind of patriotism that reminds me of what a beautiful land we live in. the love of my country because i can hear the songs of the birds each day rather than the sounds of war. the kind of patriotism that reminds me that our brothers and sisters and sons and daughters are still fighting for us, even if we disagree with the cause. let us not be distracted by the magnitude of media coverage and forget the individuals who continue to fight for us and our freedoms. the kind of patriotism that reminds me (often via the history channel hehe) that many men and women have fought for this country so that i may enjoy my hotdog at the picnic.
with that i will say...
with that i will say...