Here I Am, Lord…but, do you REALLY need me?

At the Episcopal School of Dallas, we used to sing a hymn that had an impact on most of us, regardless of our faith or disbelief. Perhaps, many students struggling with disbelief benefited from it more than I did? Anyway, it is referred to as “Here I am Lord” or sometimes, “I, the Lord of Sea and Sky.”

“Here I am Lord” was written in 1981 by Dan Schutte. It’s based on two passages, but one echoed from the pulpit in my church in Luzern this morning and reminded me of my ESD days: Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

It’s Isaiah 6:8. It is about a small voice declaring willingness to go. Choose me. Me. I will serve You. I will be brave.

Even when it isn’t convenient. Even when I am comfortable doing what I am doing. Even when I would really, really, really prefer you phone or Tweet or send a pigeon carrier to someone else for this task.

Even when I feel afraid.

In high school, I sincerely questioned this text. What does it mean to say you are ready? To say you will stop what you are doing and live the life God wants you to live?

I’m decades older now and my answer is still the same: “Here I am, Lord. I will go.” I still do not know why I must or how I will, but I know I will always turn my life over to God, if He’s found a use for it.

I sang this hymn at the funeral of my beloved Zachary “We Got Jungle Fever” Bell (ESD, ’97). This was the verse that moved me then and moved me today, as well.

I, the Lord of snow and rain,
I have borne my people’s pain.
I have wept for love of them, They turn away.
I will break their hearts of stone,
Give them hearts for love alone.
I will speak My word to them
Whom shall I send?

Here I am Lord, Is it I, Lord?
I have heard You calling in the night.
I will go Lord, if You lead me.
I will hold Your people in my heart.

Copyright: Dan Schutte

 

I will go Lord, if You lead me.

 

The Ostrich

There is a common myth that ostriches, when sensing danger, bury their heads in the sand. It’s one of the first phrases we learn when being taught to take responsibility during difficult times. Stop burying your head in the sand, and just deal with it.

Myth buster – ostriches don’t do that. When they are aware of a predator, they lie down, extend their necks, place their heads flat against the ground, and stay very still. They don’t “hide their heads in the sand” at all.

Mother Nature’s poster child for avoiding the tough talk…doesn’t.

See, nothing in nature can truly avoid life’s challenging moments. Not for long, anyway. The ostrich will always have to lie in wait to see its fate. Just like the rest of us.

Alas we all have to face the music. We have to recognize that conditions have changed forever (sometimes in the blink of an eye) – we have to change accordingly. We have to realize that, what we hoped was a “lifetime friendship” was only meant to be temporary – we must say goodbye. We are forced to look in the mirror and admit “it didn’t go my way” – we go forward with bittersweet, sometimes lonely, steps.

Indeed, most of life’s toughest decisions are not about making the easiest decision, are they? As she often did, the late Dr. Maya Angelou still soothes us with her wisdom, “when you know better, you do better.” Perhaps, it’s brave enough to attempt to make the best decision you can.

And, instead of relying on it, consider it a bonus if your best decision happens to be easy, as well.

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Texas’ Broken Vision (and Heart)

Since her early days, the Lone Star State has raised truly fine leaders. Many well-qualified Texans have been thrown into the state, national, and international spotlight thanks to their well-respected, academic, Constitutionally-grounded views on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all.

That list of Texans thrust, by choice or otherwise, into the national or international sphere includes such leaders as: Lyndon Baines Johnson (36th President of the United States and responsible for sweeping legislation in the areas of civil rights, urban development, education, immigration, and gun control), Ann Richards (first female, elected governor of Texas and a tireless advocate for equality in the area of education), Barbara Jordan (a leader of the Civil Rights Movement and the first black woman from the South elected to the US House of Representatives), Cecile Richards (the current President of Planned Parenthood, she is currently defending the organization’s ability to provide health care and health education to a country desperately in need of both), and many others. It is a list of articulate intellectuals led by rational thought, academic research, legal precedents, and Constitutional guarantees – not “well-intended” agendas.

In our early days, we had some similar leaders. One was Sam Houston, our 7th governor. Houston was ultimately responsible for Texas’ annexation to the United States, creating a rather large bootprint on the American landscape. He is also responsible for the following comment regarding political leaders:

All new states are invested, more or less, by a class of noisy, second-rate men who are always in favor of rash and extreme measures, but Texas was absolutely overrun by such men. (citation)

It would seem, Texas has returned to this infamous and dubious governance. Perhaps some of the Texans making the current news cycle spin due to their irrational, emotion-based, Constitutionally-blind approach to the “greater good” for Texans should revisit Governor Houston’s quote whilst gazing in the mirror (perhaps, on a Sunday mornin’ after church).

The other leaders mentioned by name, above, remain singled-out and heralded for their intellect, not derided due to their lack of substance. These men and women are known for their thoughtful, reasonable, and rational responses to crises plaguing Texans and/or Americans in the fields of civil rights, reproductive and health safety, immigration laws, segregated educational institutions, and gun control.

Let’s look at the current state of affairs in Texas.

Effective January 1, 2016, Texans are accorded the rights guaranteed in the  “Open Carry” gun law. The Texas Department of State Health is reporting that the “Open Carry” gun law (proposed by Texas legislatures and signed by Governor Greg Abbott Citation) now effects Texans in the following way: state-run psychiatric facilities will now allow men and women to enter those hospitals with visible, loaded firearms. Citation

All this, while the rest of the nation is creating avenues to address mental health needs in the United States, in a desperate attempt to remove guns from the hands of the mentally ill. Texas plays Russian Roulette, as it provides visual reminder to the mentally ill that weapons mean power. The exact opposite of what should be demonstrated to those suffering from emotional, mental, or behavioral illness.

The list is long of public missteps by the Lone Star State’s currently “popular” leaders.

Only two days ago, the current governor of Texas made the following pronouncement on his public website:

Governor Greg Abbott today delivered the keynote address at the Texas Public Policy Foundation’s Annual Policy Orientation where he unveiled his Texas Plan to restore the Rule of Law and return the Constitution to its intended purpose. Citation

“…his Texas Plan to restore the Rule of Law”? Such hubris is dumbfounding. Correction, such hubris is dumbfounded.

What we are doing in Texas is making international news. The United Nations is watching as Texans are stripped of their dignity and very lives in the prison system. We’ve seen Texans stripped of their access to free health care. Elderly are not immune as we see Texans stripped of their fundamental rights. Citing all that has been lost for Texans would break the internet because the depth and breadth of what has been taken away is overwhelming, documented, and undeniable.

When will it be enough? When will Texas’ leaders inspire our state, our nation, and our world, as once they did, representing all that is good and possible when an child is raised in Sweetwater, Lubbock, Corpus, Marshall, or San Anton? When will Texans no longer be the target of mockery for their arrogant and rash extremism, but once again lead world stages with their transformative and rational thought?

Soon, we should all pray.

God bless the Lone State State.

 

 

 

The True Isis

Isis was the goddess of fertility. A goddess that drew her power and influence from the sacred source – life. Her purpose found its roots in the creation of humanity – not the destruction of it.

Isis was considered the mother to all children – rich and poor, healthy and sick, old and young. She answered pleas based on a cry for help. She is usually depicted with outstretched arms, denoting her desire to wrap all creatures in her embrace.

In 2016, one can use Isis as an abbreviation for something else. But there is one true Isis; she is not an abbreviation. In fact, Isis is worshiped today as a goddess.

Isis and her husband, Osiris, were captured quite poignantly in the opera, Die Zauberflöte (the Magic Flute), composed by Mozart and libretto written by Emanuel Schikanederhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eQkgZ-pz1A

Words associated with Isis include:

Hope

Rebirth

Optimism

Health

Promise

Future generations

Words not associated with Isis include:

Destruction

Abomination

Chaos

Killings

Religious Fanaticism

Suspicion

Judgment

For ancient Egyptians, she was the savior and The Mother. She was the protector and not of a few “select” group. She protected any and all who prayed to her.

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Ah, Slovakia. So many reasons to love you.

For a girl from a very Texas-centric family, I have a rather out-of-nowhere, abiding love for Slovakia.

Before you get confused, let me tell you what (it’s Nov. 29, 2015) Slovakia is not:

  1. part of Czechoslovakia – no one is part of Czechoslovakia because it doesn’t exist anymore
  2. Slovenia
  3. in the middle of a civil war (you think I’m joking, but I’ve heard it…recently)
  4. in southern Europe (again, Slovakia is not Slovenia and…by the way…)
  5. Serbia
  6. related in any way, shape, or form to the Bosnian war

Okay, that should just about do it.

Let me tell you what Slovakia is:

  1. beautiful – still slow to adapt, which means Slovakia has pure, natural, and traditional beauty (mountains, cities, rivers, etc.)
  2. friendly – try just one word of Slovak and they’ll love you, my favorites are the same in every language…Ďakujem (thank you) and Prosím (please), but most people speak or understand English
  3. open – smiling goes a long way and Slovaks are THRILLED to teach or show you new things
  4. accessible – so easy to get to via a quick drive from Vienna
  5. connected – WiFi is fairly common in most hotels, restaurants, and public spaces – they figured it out quickly – WiFi it up and have people Tweeting and FBing about how great it is 😉
  6. a fantastic vacation spot – ski vacation, bachelorette or stag party, or just a getaway weekend, do it here

Slovakia is one of those fabulous places about which no one really knows. In my latest trip, I learned more. Why? I asked. Locals. I impressed them with my absolutely deplorable Slovak and they talked and shared.

There is almost an inferiority complex with Slovakia. It’s bizarre to me because Slovaks are SO amazing and the country is SO fantastic. Don’t they know how great they are? 

Perhaps, it’s because it is a country that can be seen as, historically-speaking, tending to get the short end of the stick. For example, the Czech Republic got super shiny Prague and the Slovak Republic got Bratislava.

Dude.

To: Slovakia

From: Texas girl

Subject: Winner, winner, chicken dinner

You got freaking Bratislava. #Winning.

Now, tips for your quick trip:

  1. From Vienna Airport into Bratislava, it can be expensive. But, it need not. Try this service: http://www.taxinaschwechat.sk
    info@taxinaschwechat.sk
    +421907700900
  2. Bratislava always has amazing things going on. For pity’s sake, I toured Slovak bunkers at night while Czechoslovakian folk music was playing. (Flask of Slivovitz helps on that one, not gonna lie). A friend recommended this website: Bratislava English
  3. One time, please be in Bratislava when it is Advent season. The Christmas market and spirit…it will get you.
  4. Oddly enough, I really enjoyed a place called Original Slovak Restaurant. I know, I know…but, try it.
  5. Just off the square, there is a fantastic shop with a small museum, Obchod v múzeu (Obchod v múzeu FB).  The charming owners (they understand English) knocked my socks off. They are truly committed (so I am) to showcasing goods that make Slovakia unique and wonderful. This is one of the shops selling exclusively “Made in Slovakia” products. Give them your money, please. Every present I brought home was made in Slovakia because I made a point of it.
  6. The Danubiana Museum. It felt like I was in the middle of nowhere, and then I saw the Danube and this gorgeous structure. It is breathtaking. Be sure to be there around sunset. One of the BEST things about the Danubiana is its promotion of truly gifted Slovak artists. I was humbled by their artistry.
  7. Take 30 minutes to pop into the Bibiana, International House of Art for Children. The things this place does to encourage, nurture, and educate children is beyond commendable. I found it by happenstance a few years ago and was thrilled to see it thriving. I have no connection to it, just admiration for anyone using art to inspire children.
  8. You must eat Bryndzové Halušky with a Zlaty Bazant followed by a shot of Slivovitz. Then, you must take a nap.

The Presidency of the European Union rests with Slovakia from July – December of 2016. This is an exciting chance for Slovakia to show the EU and us all just how amazing Slovakia (and Slovaks) are. Check that info out here: http://2016sk.eu/  Maybe not today, not the greatest headline.

Go to Slovakia and see for yourself! It is a wonderful place to visit, explore, relax, re-create and recreate, and enjoy yourself.

Last Concert of 2015

I sang my final concert of 2015 last night.

Last night’s concert was  bittersweet. It ends a year of major transition for me, personally, and I believe last weekend began a new transition for us all, globally. This global transition has changed every time I connect to the internet. As Thomas Paine observed centuries ago, “These are the days that try men’s souls.”

As I sat in my dressing room, there was a knock at my door and a dear friend appeared to be with me before the concert. He remarked about the very same things (both)  I previously mentioned and said there was a very interesting “look” happening for me last night.

“It’s as if there is darkness around you, but there is light inside. Chiaroscuro.”

I agree. (Side note – that made me think of The Grant and Durd. Had to completely redo my makeup.)

“See how there is just a small amount of shadow on the wall? That’s manageable. Easy to overcome with your smile.”

A little Swiss man, who would show up to hear me sing if I opened a grocery store, talked to me after the concert and said the same thing. He told me my smile after the last note, which was something I did quite purposely, made him feel like everything would be okay.

Light. We need light. I was given a Texas-size serving at birth.

(Your pictures are below. Thank you for being with me before that concert. You have remained one of my dearest friends throughout some times when the dark and the light weren’t in such great balance.)

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There is a great deal of darkness around those of us who are trying to process the current events in a compassionate, concerned, humanitarian way. What do we do? How do we help? Also, how to we protect – ourselves, our children, and our future?

The answer is not to be found in contributing hate speech, bigotry, racism, or darkness. That is unproductive, unnecessary, and inhumane.  As history has shown us, hate feeds on such answers.

Thoughtful, well-educated, serious people sitting together and creating appropriate, targeted, short and  long-term solutions to the problems we face – that is a solution. Marrying prudence with compassion – that is a solution. When force is necessary, tempering such action with a strong eye on the innocents affected by such force and a plan to deal with their future, which we will directly effect. For every child with which I am concerned, there is an aunt/Godmother/LaLa version of me in Syria who is equally concerned with the child she loves.

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Farewell to 2015 – what a wonderful year of some beautiful music. Jackson, I believe my favorite moment of the entire year happened at Transfiguration when we performed “Blackbird.”

Vaughan Williams’ Dona Nobis Pacem

I am thrilled to sing this great work again. The text is quite relevant, in light the current events we face. I hope each of you might find time to read it.

Better still, please listen to it. It will heal any sorrow or fear you have, if only for a moment.

I.

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem.
(Lamb of God, that taketh away the sin of the world, grant us peace.)

II. (Walt Whitman)

Beat! beat! drums! – blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows – through the doors – burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet – no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field, or gathering in his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums – so shrill you bugles blow.

III. Reconciliation (Walt Whitman)

Word over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly, softly,
wash again and ever again this soiled world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin – I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly wih my lips the white face in the coffin.

IV. Dirge for Two Veterans (Walt Whitman)

   The last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finished Sabbath,
On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking
Down a new-made double grave.

   Lo, the moon ascending,
Up from the east the silvery round moon,
Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon,
Immense and silent moon.

   I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-keyed bugles,
All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding
As with voices and with tears.

   I hear the great drums pounding,
And the small drums steady whirring,
And every blow of the great convulsive drums
Strikes me through and through.

   For the son is brought with the father,
In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell,
Two veterans, son and father, dropped together,
And the double grave awaits them.

   Now nearer blow the bugles,
And the drums strike more convulsive,
And the daylight o’er the pavement quite has faded,
And the strong dead-march enwraps me.

   In the eastern sky up-buoying,
The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumined,
’Tis some mother’s large transparent face,
In heaven brighter growing.

   O strong dead-march you please me!
O moon immense with your silvery face you soothe me!
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial!
What I have I also give you.

   The moon gives you light,
And the bugles and the drums give you music,
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,
My heart gives you love.

V. (John Bright)

The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. There is no one as of old … to sprinkle with blood the lintel and the two side-posts of our doors, that he may spare and pass on.

Dona nobis pacem.

(Jeremiah 8:15-22)
We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!
The snorting of his horses was heard from Dan; the whole land trembled at the sound of the neighing
of his strong ones; for they are come, and have devoured the land … and those that dwell therein …
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved …
Is there no balm in Gilead?; is there no physician there? Why then is not the health of the daughter
of my people recovered?

VI. (Daniel 10:19)

O man greatly beloved, fear not, peace be unto thee, be strong, yea, be strong.

(Haggai 2:9)
The glory of this latter house shall be greater than of the former … and in this place will I give peace.

(Adapted from Micah 4:3, Leviticus 26:6, Psalms 85:10 and 118:19, Isaiah 43:9 and 56:18-22, Luke 2:14)
Nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
And none shall make them afraid, neither shall the sword go through their land.
Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
Truth shall spring out of the earth, and righteousness shall look down from heaven.
Open to me the gates of righteousness, I will go into them.
Let all the nations be gathered together, and let the people be assembled;
and let them hear and say, it is the truth.
And it shall come, that I will gather all nations and tongues.
And they shall come and see my glory. And I will set a sign among them,
and they shall declare my glory among the nations.
For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, shall remain before me,
so shall your seed and your name remain for ever.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will toward men.

Dona nobis pacem.

We are all Saints – Wir sind alle Heiligen

I see that November is coming and I think, “Hang on, girl” because every year, both Allerheiligen (All Saints day) and Allerseelen (All Souls day) teach me.

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That’s, well, only a part of it all. Just two glimpses into how these days have molded me.

There was a lot of personal impact-laden death around me in 2009 and 2010. In 2009, all my “you’re a foreigner” trouble started in Switzerland, I was beaten by the man I thought I’d marry, and two men that were touchstones for me unexpectedly died (less than 2 months apart). Happy New Year in 2010, as my parents divorced shortly after lawyers/judges returned from ski vacations, my family split in half, Granddaddy died, L’s mother died, and Annie overdosed. It was a lot.

So, these two days mean a great deal for me every year. I quietly reflect on November 1st and 2nd. I remember all those I’ve lost – some are actually still living and others are dead. All Saints and All Souls days are contemplative for me. Not dark, just contemplative.

For the past four years of my life, I have spent Allerheiligen at Bibiana’s grave, and this year was no exception. I learned a profoundly important lesson this year.

A man was adorning the grave beside Bibiana’s. He had tears falling from his eyes onto the grave.

I literally cannot handle it when someone is crying. So, I said, “es macht die Erde gesunder” and I put a hand on his shoulder. (It makes the soil/earth healthier.)

When I put my hand on his shoulder, he flinched. I am not sure he even realized someone was there. I pulled my hand away quickly (sometimes, I forget that I am in Switzerland, where you are not supposed to have “so much sunshine all the time”) and he…pulled it back. He squeezed my hand and said, “Stimmt.” (True that!)

After he left, I put one of the candles I had for Bibiana (I had 5, plus the Easter candle I made at church last Easter, I had a rather Texas amount to begin with…) on the grave of his loved one. He came quickly back, took one of the flowers he’d used for his loved one, and put it on Bibiana’s grave!

We are living Saints. All of us. We are all connected.

Written from a train from Luzern to Bern, 01.11.2015

Forgiveness – What if I don’t Want to?

The thing I truly dislike about being a practicing Christian (i.e. I keep practicing hoping I’ll nail it someday) is the necessity of forgiveness of others.

My disdain of forgiveness exists on two levels. First, I feel it’s really not my job to forgive someone who has hurt me because I feel that is something for which the person needs to ask him or herself. Or God. Just not me. Who the hell am I? Second, I when I tell someone “I forgive you,” I always want to add a little * that says:

*this forgiveness only valid for one-time use

Unfortunately, forgiveness doesn’t work that way, does it? We don’t get disclaimers and we don’t get to pass the buck. I’ve been forgiven many times and I was not forgiven with disclaimers or a lack of eye contact. I was forgiven personally, unconditionally, and fully.

But, what if I don’t want to forgive this?

This morning, when I woke up, it was my first thought. Someone did something horrible to me a few days ago and I agreed to meet him tonight to listen to what he wants to say. He feels awful and he knows he made a massive mistake. I understand that, but I am hurting. So, my question has followed me all day, and what if I want this to be the first time I look someone in the face and say, “I will never forgive you”? I would have every reason to do so. What will stop me?

Because I don’t want to just say I’m Christian. Anyone can say those words. Me? I want to do it, not just say it. I aim to make my final words as simple as, “Thank you for that crazy life, and I hope I made You proud.” There is nothing more important to me than replacing a tiny fraction of the darkness in this world with my sunshine.

And the people that hurt us? They do it because they have that darkness inside of them. I don’t hurt people all that often. Why? Because I have a ridiculously large surplus of sunshine. And compassion. Huge reserves of both. Makes me remember that fabulous line from Talladega Nights, “I piss excellence.” Me? I don’t like that word, but I certain weewee sunshine and compassion. You bet.

So, I am certain I will look him in the eyes tonight and share some of that sunshine and compassion with him.

I think Mark Twain said it beautifully…  forgiveness-mark-twain-quote

Anti-American backlash – thanks, I’ve had enough

“The United States is considered a global, super power, which is why we see it participating on both sides of dispute management.” That’s all I needed to say in my first presentation in front of my colleagues. Simple.

Instead, I said something along the lines of, “I’m not saying this, uh, because, well, yes, I’m an American, but, uh, I’m not all ‘dude, I’m a superior American’, but, uh, sort of we are considered, in this particular context, a G-2 country, but so is the EU!”

For the past four weeks of discussing and listening to discussions about the role of the US in trade negotiations and agreements, I have hung my head. Same when people talk about the refugee crisis or the global obesity epidemic or climate change. It’s all the fault of the US. We are arrogant. We are self-interested. We are aggressive.

I think “that” recent (not current – 2015) administration, for those of us aged 20-something to 60-something, has caused Americans to accept the anti-American backlash. We are taking our global spanking like good little boys and girls ought.

Yesterday in my Macroeconomics class, the professor kept saying, “You all need to put your citizenship away and listen to me. If you like it or not, that’s another matter. But, the US Dollar is what we use for global trade. The “domestic” in this formula always needs to be the US Dollar…” I felt, again, I needed to hang my head.

I’ve really been thinking about what he said, and this morning I had an epiphany.

For God’s sake, America is not the problem with the world. The problem in the world is that we are all trying, desperately, to do our best under constant threats like terrorism, volatile economic circumstances, online and oceanic piracy, poverty, diseases like Ebola or HIV, waning family values, growing i-centered values, bio warfare, population overgrowth, forestation undergrowth and on and on.

These threats are not “Made in the USA.” It’s not the i-phone, it’s how you use the i-phone. Do you talk loudly on the street or use your i-phone to constantly watch porn? Then, that is your responsibility, not the US’. It’s not Coke or McDonalds that made everyone fat. Did you eat it? That’s your responsibility. The US dollar is not destroying the world. Did you buy a car recently to help you get to work? Wherever you are, that car had US dollars involved at some point of the manufacturing process. That’s not “bad” or “evil.”

Perhaps the real problem is: the US is an easy target for global hatred.

I’m just not sure it is the real target. Not anymore.

Not matter how much one wants to point the finger at the US as the cause of all calamity, there must be a moment of pause before so doing. Is it really the responsibility of the US that a group of people chose to find a better life in Europe? No. That is the responsibility of those individuals. That’s really it. Each man and woman chose to start walking. This same scenario is true with many of today’s global concerns.

The anti-Americanism, it starts with the little digs at my country. Someone makes a joke about fat people or loud people or brash people or arrogant people. Someone makes a joke about Americans not speaking proper English or not being good at mathematics or not doing “real” work. I’ve had it with the digs.

I’m proud to be an American. I am grateful I was born in a country that allowed me to study, to explore many different religions until I found the one that fit me, to play in the streets safely, to drive, to vote, to wear my hair the way I want to, to wear hideously-inappropriate short skirts, to bring charges if someone injured me, to openly protest against my government without fear of retribution. My list is long.

I’m not only proud to be an American, I am grateful.

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