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Carolyn Hileman | November 19, 2009
This is America how can you not love her???
Carolyn Hileman
From the farm houses to the mini malls, form the condo to the run down shack they are all a part of the greatest country in the world, a place of love and laughter where the poorest can become the richest over night or after years of hard work. It is Kitty Cats and Puppy Dogs, horses and cows, it is rich in harvest and long in forgiveness it is where I call home and it is my America. It is neighbor helping neighbor even if that neighbor lives clear across town. It is Sunday school and the matinee, it is children playing jump rope and old men playing dominoes, it is nothing to be ashamed of but rather a source of pride. It is the autumn colors, the rain soaked nights and blistering hot days, and it is the stuff that dreams are made of.
It is the wrinkled arms cuddling the new born babe, the old veteran saluting the new, the death of one and the birth of another. There are only two times everyone is created equal and that is at birth and death, it does not matter what your social status is, it does not matter what your economic status is, the day you are born you are nothing more than a helpless baby and when you die, you are just another person struggling to take that last breath. There is only one name for the person who loves their country and it does not have a dash in it, it is simply American. American, proud, strong, stubborn, hard headed, loud and honest to the core an American that is, not some dash American but the one who has grown to love his country so much he has forgotten what he was other than an American.
Can you see it, waving in the wind, the red and white stripes, and the blue background with white stars; do you just stop what you are doing and stare at it? Do you ever wonder what goes through a soldiers mind when after a long heated battle he looks up to see his flag beckoning him home? Have you ever watched the soldiers fold it thirteen times and hand it to a poor grieving mother at the grave side of her son, shed a single tear as she cradles it in her arms almost as if it were her baby boy? It is uniquely American, it is sacrifice and love, and it is in that one millisecond the precise definition of America. To love her so much that you would be willing to go through hell and back to protect her, to love her so much that you would give your life to keep her free, that is an American.
She is not to be apologized for, she has done nothing wrong, perhaps some of her people have but she has never hurt a soul. How do you apologize for being free, for being able to become anything you have ever wanted to be? How do you apologize for being the ones who have always gone to help people in other countries, for being the light shining brightly on the hill? How does one get to the point that they are ashamed of a country so vast in expanse but so close in its love, a country so diverse that it encompasses most every country in the world? This is our country, our life, our love, it is the end of every mans search for freedom and the beginning of every dreamers dream, this is America how can you not love her???
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