I wish I had something insightful to say about Independence Day, but let’s be honest: How could anyone who’s never experienced the absence of freedom really understand freedom?
It may be a cliche, but I’m going to point it out anyway: Yesterday, somewhere that I know only from pictures, there were young men and women in deserts and jungles, far from their families, hungry, maybe scared, facing the real possibility of grave harm or death, so that I could spend the day with my family at Pleasant Lake in New London, Ghee-Ghee and Grampa Paul’s place, doing stuff like this …
Does it make any sense at all? I don’t know. But I sure am grateful to those who bravely go, and who have bravely gone, for my freedom.
With 1,500 this morning, July 4, 2010, we’re now at 330,507 down, 669,493 to go 1 million made foul shots.
Happy Independence Day.