Dear America.
Beautiful and wounded country.
In these times that seem to beget violence, more people are calling for more of it. The country is split down the middle, and every word spit out is vile, every thought dripping with hate. Fear’s got a grip on everything, and folks are letting it run their lives.
Why don’t we all take a breath and think about what really matters? Most of us are the sons and daughters of immigrants—or immigrants ourselves. People who crossed oceans, worked their fingers raw, built institutions, raised families, and gave life to what might just be the greatest document man has ever put to paper—the U.S. Constitution.
Think about that. Really think about it.
We don’t have to agree on everything. We don’t even have to resolve it all. But can’t we learn to tolerate one another, live side by side with a bit of contentment, safety, maybe even joy? Politics—that’s just the machinery of government. It was never meant to be your soul, your creed, your way of life. Let government be the caretaker. Let love, understanding, peace, and good old-fashioned American values be the heartbeat of your days.
The values that built this place from the ground up.
We can still laugh with one another. We can still be neighbors. We can still have empathy. What we cannot have—what we must not have—are the evils of tribalism and hate. Because divided, we are pathetic. Divided, we are weak— So very weak. But together? Together, we are still the hope of the world.
The hope!
So quit with the smallness. Quit with the venom. Be the bigger man. Be the bigger woman. Because if we lose sight of that, we lose everything.
Think about it.
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