We the people. By the people. For the people.
ALL of the people.
The ones who run into battle, burning buildings, and disasters. And the ones who hold the hands and do the healing afterward.
The people who stood up in public squares, peacefully marched, and sat down at lunch counters and on buses.
The people who said, “I’m free.”
The people who went to vote when others said they couldn’t.
The people who took oaths and accepted the responsibility to do jobs that would be hard, and thankless.
The people who struggle for unpopular causes to be seen, and known.
The people who stood up to say, “This is wrong.”
The people who stood up to say, “This is what’s right.”
The people who choose, and the people who don’t.
The people who do, every day, embrace the tired, poor and huddled masses.
The people who grow the food, pave the roads, pick up the trash, and burp the babies.
The people who teach, and the ones who learn.
The people who have been here a long time, and the ones who just arrived.
The people who tell the good and the bad news, so you know.
We don’t do it alone. We do it together. All kinds of protectors, questioners, and decision makers.
People who say, “I’m free, just like you.”
Yes, you too. You’re free, and you don’t do it alone.
Happy Birthday, America.
Amen and amen! From the pen of Mark Twain, “In the beginning of a change the PATRIOT is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.”