Proud to Be an American

Mom writes in today’s paper:

I don’t ever remember a time in my adult life that I wasn’t proud to be an American.


My parents started out with nothing, worked hard all their lives, raised 10 kids, giving us not all we wanted, but all we needed, and are now comfortably retired. I’m proud of my country.

I can go to the church of my choosing, or not go, and no one is hauling me off to be stoned. I’m proud of my country.

I can stroll lazily through any park at any time and see children of different races playing together. I’m proud of my country.

I didn’t have the money to go to an Ivy League school, but through hard work and determination, other doors opened and we’ve made a wonderful life, and I’m proud of my country.

I’ve been taught and understand the sacrifices our soldiers have and still make around the world to keep us safe and spread freedom and hope. Watching soldiers and vets march in parades still makes me cry and makes me so proud of my country.

There are always challenges and disagreements I’ll have with my fellow countrymen, and I’ll never understand why some don’t believe the rights of the Constitution belong to the preborn, but I have the right and the freedom to protest and work for change. As society changes, we’re finding that some of those changes are not what’s best for the human soul, but we are a work in progress and I have faith that good can win out with enough love and devotion. I am so proud of my country.

Michelle Obama is just now, for the first time in her life, proud of her country. Is this really what we want in our White House?

Peg Freiburger
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