Let Freedom Ring!

(Reposted from October 16, 2011) 

Our great nation was born through the Declaration of Independence, to be governed by Constitutional guarantees that the freedoms listed therein would endure forever.

In the 230 plus years since then it was the exercise of those freedoms that molded our country into the greatest on earth. It’s true that “Freedom isn’t Free,” and from the time of America’s beginnings until the present day, it’s citizens have been called upon to make sacrifices, and in many cases, to risk their lives so that those freedoms could be preserved. Over those centuries thousands of American men and women have given their lives for our liberty. Today our freedom is endangered; not so much from the wars we fight, but from concerted efforts to destroy America from within.

Since the early 20^th Century there have been those who would radically change our way of life. Seldom have they identified their plans as an attempt to subvert our Constitution. Nor have they identified themselves with their revolutionary scheme. They work privately and anonymously in a most insidious manner.

Over the years we have paid little attention to those who embraced the weakening and eventual destruction of American ideals, either misunderstanding their intentions or believing that eventually they would simply go away. They haven’t. They are in fact growing in numbers and in boldness.

Those of us who grew up in the 40s and 50s find the country very different from the one we knew in our youth. Almost everything has changed; many believe for the worse. We are being converted from a society dominated by doers and givers, to one of watchers and takers.

As a child growing up in Pittsburgh I learned from my mother about how to confront and deal with problems and about the difference between right and wrong. My mom was my strength and the person I turned to every day for answers to life’s problems. She sacrificed her teaching career to spend her days tending to the needs of her children and always took the time to guide us along the road to maturity. She taught us that there are no free rides, and that we must earn our way through life.

As a youth I took it all for granted. I didn’t realize the extent of her sacrifice and wisdom until I was grown and raising my own family. It was from her and my dad that I learned to cling to traditional values, and how important they were to our freedom. Bless her heart, mom lived for 99 years. I miss her a lot, and think of her every day. In all of my novels I highlight the values I learned from both of my parents.

There are those who say that to draw attention to the growing attacks on our liberties is an attempt to instill false panic. They say America is too intelligent a nation to fall into that kind of trap. That’s what the German people thought in the early 1930s and who would argue that they were not intelligent? Here in America the decline into disastrous social change has been taking its toll. While each generation’s opportunity to grow academically has increased, our educational standards have decreased. To disagree with a “politically correct” idea labels one a trouble-maker, a Nazi, a sexist or a racist. The growing inclination of the public to accept these standards is like a cancer; eventually we will simply go and do, where and what we’re told.

We are “progressively” turning from a nation of leaders to one of followers; from an independent society into one dependent upon the government. In the end the goal of the “progressives” is that we be governed without our input or consent.

We’re told now that our nation’s flag, the proud symbol of our country is something that shouldn’t be worn on our lapels, or displayed publicly. In schools we no longer recite the Pledge of Allegiance, because it might offend someone. Might offend someone? Who the hell would have dared to spew such a shameful lack of respect for our flag and our values fifty, or even twenty years ago?

Our government was created to guarantee checks and balances, so that no one political group could force their agenda on society, yet today that is exactly what is happening.What used to matter was the will of the people; now it seems that the only thing that counts is the will of the government and now their agenda seems to be to “fundamentally transform America.” The question many now ask is “Into what?”

Our strength as a nation is our Constitution and the freedoms set forth in that document. It is the foundation of this great country. Tear the pages from the Constitution, lose the freedoms it guarantees, and we will lose our Republic.

donlewis@sccoast.net                                                    http://www.mysterywriterdonlewis.com

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Your Mom; The Gold We Take For Granted

Mother’s Day is just around the corner, but what does that really mean to us? Oh, we buy the cards, and say, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” It’s become pretty much of a ritual; “Oh, don’t forget Mother’s Day. Be sure you get your mother a card,” Dad tells the kids. We dutifully obey and it goes on almost automatically the same way, year after year. Maybe we take mom out to dinner or even buy her some flowers, and all of that is nice, and she appreciates it. But when was the last time you really thought about what your mother does, and how much she means to you?

Do you have a magic drawer at home; one that is always full of clean clothes? You never even consider how they got there; the clothes were always there, as if by magic. Have you ever really thanked your mom for making sure you always had clean clothes ready to wear? Probably not; I mean that’s mom’s job, isn’t it?

Remember when you came down to breakfast before going off to school in the morning? There was your lunch box, already packed with a sandwich and maybe bag of chips, and often a little surprise, some goodie that you weren’t expecting. When you returned home after school on those days did you ever remember to thank your mom for putting that little surprise in your lunch box? Probably not; you’ve already forgotten about it.

Was your mom always there to tend to your scraped up knee or elbow when you came home after falling off your bike or sliding into home plate? Chances are she probably was.

She defended you when your name was under attack; she supported you in every fruitful endeavor you ever attempted. She was always your biggest cheerleader, and when the whole world seemed against you, she was there to encourage you.

How about the working mom? When I was a kid in the 40s and 50s, most moms stayed at home; they were called housewives. Over the years, things have changed and mothers have had to leave the home to go to work to help support the family, and usually did so of their own volition. 

Even though she may not have been at home all day, she wasn’t forgiven the duties she had as a mother. She still had to wash and iron the clothes; clean the house, make the beds, prepare the evening meals and clean up afterwards. She’d go to the store to shop for food and other household necessities. She took time to attend periodic meetings at school to meet with your teachers, and performed a million other tasks around the house that moms do without complaint. They do it because they love you so much that they would give up their own lives without hesitation to protect yours. Don’t take my word for it; pick up the newspaper, it happens every day.

Make this a special Mother’s Day. Go ahead and give her that card she looks for every year, and even some flowers if you can afford it. But sometime on that day pull her aside and don’t be embarrassed to tell her exactly what’s in your heart and not just that you love her, but how much you love her and why. Then watch her reaction; it’s one you’ll never forget

If you haven’t done it yet, do it this Mother’s Day. You will not only make her day, you’ll make her whole life. Mark my words; if you don’t ever do it, you’ll regret it forever.

My mom died in 2006 and, God love her, she lived to be 99 years old. I told her fairly often that I loved her, and I did, but I never really sat her down and told her how very much she meant to me, how her support and encouragement over the years were so important to my success in life. I regret not telling her that she was my strength throughout my life. Maybe it’s not too late for you. Nothing, NOTHING is more important to a parent, especially a mother, than knowing that her children love, honor and respect her and are truly grateful for all she has done for them, and how much it has meant to them to have her never-ending support and love.

Mom, if you can hear me now, you know how much you meant to me. I’m sorry I didn’t give you the thrill of hearing that while you were with me.

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www.mysterywriterdonlewis.com                                                     donlewis@sccoast.net