Memorial Day to Me


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My Memorial Day: I woke up about 5 this morning, had coffee and a few muffins, than went outside and spent the next 4 hours digging up “Christmas tree cactus” as I call them. My hands were blistered , my shovel foot hurt, and my face was beat red before I finished. I went inside, showered, then went to town to purchase some flowers for my “log” flowerbed, along with a few more supplies. In the afternoon, I planted some of the flowers and began digging up grass and weeds that were smothering a small bush. Before going inside, I backed the 4-wheeler into the side of the garage leaving a small dent. Next, it was time to fix supper. I’m tired, my hands and feet hurt, I’m frustrated at damaging the garage door, and I have so much more work before I’m finished, but all in all it was a good day. I am so thankful that men and women from all decades were willing to fight and die for my freedom so I could enjoy a busy, hard-working day on the land and in the house that I own. How many millions of people in the world don’t have this freedom. They live in socialist countries, or where dictators rule, and they beg to have the freedoms that so many of us take for granted. I thank God that He has allowed this experiment, the United States of American, a country where you can be who you want to be, build the kind of life you desire based on the amount of work you are willing to do, a country so great that tens of thousands risk their lives every day to reach so they too can have the freedoms we so enjoy. Thank you men and women of the armed forces who have so bravely served to give us this freedom.