What Are You Afraid Of?
July 4th, 2006
I hope that I will always remember my roots, in everything I do. I hope that WE ALL will never forget our roots…I hope that we will never forget that just about everything we enjoy today is because of the sacrifices of others who have gone before us…I hope that we will never forget what has been done to preserve the American Dream…and how important it is that we continue to appreciate, preserve and fight for our freedom if we need to fight for it.
I hope we'll continue to pray for whatever needs to happen to keep our freedom and to help others in the world to have theirs.
I hope we'll thank all of the hundreds of years of lives and tears and blood and sweat that have been given on our behalf....
I have been diligently working on my family history this year. I have learned so much about HOW it came to be that I can wake up on any morning of the week and make the choice of whether I want to have a career, or go to the church of my choice, or vote, or live just about any dream I could ever dream up.
The fight for freedom is born into us. You can see it evident in the fits of a 2 year old…kicking and screaming because he wants to CHOOSE what he wants, he wants his freedom…it’s in the teenager who wants to wear her hair the way she wants it…she wants her freedom…it’s in all of us…once our choices, our freedoms are threatened, the fight comes out in all of us.
My great-grandparents boarded a ship from Germany to have religious freedom, to have all of the freedoms that America believes every human being has a right to. This is what has always made America great. Because my ancestors made that difficult journey across the ocean and then across the plains, and ended up here in Idaho, then fought for the rest of their lives to make the most of their new life in America…my grandmother met my grandfather and they started a life, with the help of my great grandparents…then my mother met my father…and my strong German-American great-grandmother saw great promise in my father and gave him all of the money she’d be saving up in a jar in a secret place…from selling her chicken’s eggs, and put my father through school…then my father started a business and raised 9 children, teaching them all about living the American dream….and I was one of them…and that is why Chatterbox exists…because of two young & brave kids who hopped a ship from Germany with their 2 babies, leaving everything behind to live the American dream…..
I love America. I love America. I love America.
Happy Independence Day!