Unlike postings on my other blog, the scroll of shame, I do not care who reads this one.
My grandparents were immigrants, my father was a decorated WWII hero and I have not done enough to make them proud. I try my very best. I do not wish to behead those who pray differently than me. I do not wish to shoot people who disagree with me. I do not wish to hurt people who look different than me. I do not wish to forget those less fortunate than me. I do not wish to poison the world after me. And yet I feel I have failed the generations that preceded me.
On this Fourth of July when we Americans celebrate by flying our country’s flag, I will hang my father’s flag on my office porch once again to honor him. But more importantly, this year I am personally taking a pledge to make my small corner of this world a slightly better place. It is how my predecessors made a difference… by making their small world a better place. I am the recipient of their largesse and I owe it to them, and I owe it to all those who come after me to do no less. Won’t you join me? I want my country’s flag to once again be THE beacon in a dark and dangerous world.
I wish you all health and happiness and a clearer conscience than mine on this the 232nd birthday of the United States of America. My home, and proud of it.
