I Believe in America

Since I will be gone all day tomorrow, y’all get my Memorial Day post today. Once upon a time, a bunch of dudes got together, and wrote a letter to a King, telling that King that they quit his country. And then a lot of men fought and died so that their dream could happen. We certainly have our founding fathers to thank for getting together and writing that letter, but the real work was done, has been done forever, by the common man who fought and died for our freedoms.

I think my post yesterday got people thinking that I do not believe people should be allowed to protest. I received comments and email saying I want to silence those people who are not in favor of what our current administration are doing. Indeed, they couldn’t be more wrong.

I believe in America. I believe in our ideals, the right to free speech and the right to protest, whether you agree with me or not. For example, I could not find a more repulsive group than the Westboro Baptist Church who protest the funerals of our brave soldiers who have died in service to our country. But I believe even they have the right to protest. Just as some of the motorcycle guards have the right to counter-protest, and drown out their hate-filled message.

So, before you pick up the anti-Ivy, anti-This Is La Vergne banner, keep this in mind: I don’t delete your comments. I *give* you this forum to speak whatever might be on your mind. I might speak back to you and disagree with what you are saying, but that is because I believe in our administration. I support what they are doing to try to make our city an excellent place to live. I am passionate about it, because I am passionate about this city.

I am passionate about this country we live in as well. This is why, on Memorial Day, between the barbecues and the parties and the fun, I take time to send my thanks and love to the men and women who have died in service to our country. The common man, who was brave and said, “I want to serve our country. I understand that I may pay the ultimate price, but it is worth it, because I am an American.”

This is not just our soldiers, too. It is incredibly brave to sign on to go into a war where people are fighting and dying. It is also incredibly brave to sign on to become a police officer, to knock on the door of someone who may need your help, or may want to kill you. It takes the same sort of bravery to become a firefighter, to charge into a burning building and save people, or perhaps the building might collapse.

Our soldiers, police, and firefighters die every day because they believe in America, too. They are the ones whose blood paid for your right to speak freely, to protest, to be angry about property taxes. If you value those rights as I do, I urge you to send your thanks to God and the Universe for those people who have paid for that right for us.

Isn’t that the true meaning of grace? A gift, freely given, yet undeserved. I am grateful.

9 comments for “I Believe in America

  1. Liberty
    May 29, 2011 at 2:05 pm

    AMEN!!!

  2. Sarah N.
    May 29, 2011 at 3:06 pm

    Wow, I’m choked up again!

  3. May 29, 2011 at 10:03 pm

    great article Ivy!

  4. Ivy
    May 29, 2011 at 10:38 pm

    Awww, you guys, thanks. 🙂

  5. Sherry
    May 29, 2011 at 11:03 pm

    Nicely said, Ivy. Have you ever considered writing for a living? 🙂

    • Ivy
      May 29, 2011 at 11:04 pm

      I used to write for a living, actually…

    • Ivy
      May 29, 2011 at 11:04 pm

      Oh, and thanks. 🙂

  6. Debbie Heughan
    May 29, 2011 at 11:18 pm

    That is beautiful 🙂

  7. Kathy T.
    May 30, 2011 at 7:20 pm

    My father, nephew, sister-in-law all served in the military. I have a cousin who was a base commander. Another cousin is now serving his 7th deployment special forces in Iraq. My brother also was in the military. What follows are his words about what it was like in the service:

    Serving in the military is not unlike being a rookie basketball player in the 7th grade. Individually you’re not good at all, but you have some great players on your team. You’re definitely not a starter, but you do occasionally get played from time to time. Mostly you warm the bench. When you do play, you rarely even get to touch the ball much less score. You often times ask yourself, “What the hell am I doing here?” You feel somewhat insignificant but with a block, pass, or cheer from the sidelines, you almost unknowingly help your team mates win. When the game is over, the very last thing you expect is for someone to approach you… and thank YOU for winning the game.

    My thanks to my family and friends who have or are serving our nation today. And to all the military personnel and their families – past and present. Thank you.

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