A Few Thoughts On Freedom

This morning I woke up and cuddled with my family. No one disturbed us. No one barged into our house. No one demanded anything from us. No one intruded on our privacy. 
That’s a part of living in freedom. 
We own our house. We own our cars. We own the possessions inside both objects. We entertain friends regularly. We earn vacation and sick time at our jobs. We have health insurance. 
That’s a part of living in freedom. 
We can go to a grocery store and have a plethera of choices. We have at least 6 restaurants within walking distance of our home. We have a neighborhood Starbucks, where the staff recognizes us. 
That’s a part of living in freedom. 
We travel freely between states. There are no border crossings, no passport checks, no guards. The ladies at the quilt shop in Cheyenne, WY are as warm and talkative as the ladies I formerly lunched with in Indiana. We are not typcially suspicious of each other, afraid someone might rat us out to a corrupt government and send us to prison. 
That’s a part of living in freedom. 
Summer is upon us. The front door is open most days. The dog roams freely. The sounds of the Farmer’s Market will soon drift across to our house. My neighborhood is peaceful and friendly. We watch out for each other. We know each other’s names. We live in community. 
That’s a part of living in freedom. 

This freedom did not come cheaply. It came at the high cost of lives. Men and women since the start of our nation have consistently signed up for military service and paid the ultimate price for me to walk down the street without fear. I’m grateful. I’m grateful for their sacrifice. I’m grateful to have grown up around veterans of wars. I’m grateful to have called many service men and women my friends.

I’m having a son in August. Sometimes I think about what he will do when he turns 18. Perhaps he will join a military branch. Or maybe he will remain a civilian. Either way, I will teach him to remember. Remember the price of freedom. Remember those who gave. Never take it for granted. 
That’s the responsibilty of freedom. 

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