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Can you believe how many words have been written and spoken about this day? Partisans have voiced their best efforts to persuade others, sway opinions, sound convincing, distract, highlight, and harangue fellow Americans. Most of us are tired of it all. We can’t wait until it’s over.
What is surprising to the uninitiated is how pundits take advantage of voter fatigue. There is a concerted effort to advance our weariness into apathy, maybe even to dissuade us from voting at all. Such a dastardly realization!
Of course there are the overly cerebral. You can recognize this group of overly intellectual types who try and convince us to be less emotional and more objective. There is a common theme to be good listeners and be fair with those from the other side. It’s a little late for that approach.
This year’s election on a national level is very clear. Policies are distinct. Now, what matches our personal values? Set aside the ad hominem. It’s too late for an emotional shift. Vote what matches your convictions. After all it is rarely about how much you know. Rather, it is far more about what you believe.
Go vote.
The turn into the memorial called up old feelings. We observed the modest speed limit. Clearly we were entering a solemn site.
There was a tower of chimes off to the left. It was the architect’s remembrance of the voices of the 40 heroic lives lost. Our time only allowed for the main visitor’s center.
A park ranger was looking for welcoming ears. I asked her a question. That’s all it took.
She pointed out the expanse of the memorial. Acres and acres of land had captured the vast area to capture our hearts.
Up on a hill, some what far away, we overlooked a slope that led our eyes to a distant pair of white parallel walls. Their placement kept our eyes peering for meaning. A green strip of carefully mowed grass ended at a boulder.
Our park ranger paused. That’s it, the point of impact. Flight 93 crashed right there.
The tree line was burnt from the explosive jet fuel. Every life on the plane was immediately extinguished. The passengers were heroes.
We are not sure what great disaster their sacrifice averted, but it must have been big.
It was a reflective moment to part ways. Many of us stopped at the visitor center. President George W. Bush words played on a loop, synchronized with slides of the disaster of that day.
His presidential resolve spoke for Americans then; it was clearly resonating with all of us still. A variety of us, very diverse visitors, quietly listened. Few words were spoken among us.
There were nods shared among total strangers. Whispered words from a Vietnam veteran Staff Sgt. broke our silence. We thanked him for his service.
Yes, I recall my promise to never forget. I have kept that promise. It is not possible to forget.
Experiencing this memorial, feeling the solemnity, hearing Bush 43, and sharing with fellow Americans what words could not capture, remind me not just to remember but realizing what cannot be forgotten. Heroes were among us. Today many still surround us.
A flag flies in front of our home to commemorate this American change from so many years ago. Many of my neighbors have placed a flag to wave along our street so that we can all remember what none of us can ever forget. May God bless America.
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Spring Break should be a special time of adventure and relaxation for two hard-working teachers. But, this year my bride is burdened with the preparation of her state certification exam and I was in middle of preparing our federal tax returns. At least I had an ace in the whole.
For the first time since moving to Houston we were going to the Rodeo. It is billed as the Largest Rodeo in the world. This claim is one that I have means or interest in validating.
I just reserved our tickets and looked forward to attending. My time on the internet got us ready with transportation plans via the shuttle system, free parking and discounts on food. What I could not plan was the weather.
Rain was the forecast for the day we had tickets to the Rodeo. The precision of this forecast was amazingly accurate. It poured on this gathering of folks.
Getting into the stadium was a relief just to get out of the rain and dry off. We were soaked to the bone and thought that a repeated venture was not too favorably received. But, the show began and our interest was piqued.
The announcer was in fine form. He was clearly connecting with people who knew about rodeo. At the same time, he also formed a bond with all of us newbies.
He introduced a rodeo tradition. It was the Grand Entry. All of the participants rode out into the stadium and received a rousing ovation from the crowd. 70,000 people were beginning to fill the seats.
Leading the way into the stadium was a trio of riders. One queen carried the American flag. Another the flag of Texas. Yet a third the Houston Rodeo flag.
Once the great cast of riders reached their spots amid great music and fanfare, the announcer introduced the Invocation. One of the participants prayed for God’s blessing, His protection and presence and with gratitude thanked God for His wonderful blessings. He prayed this all in Jesus’ name.
There was no apology, no hesitation, no explanation, no equal time for false religions or any protests. It was all done in stride. Faith in the Almighty God was a part of the lives of people at a rodeo.
Then the National Anthem was sung. Everyone stood. All of the men removed their hats and caps. People sang with their hands over their hearts. There were no protests, complaints or apologies.
God, Country and Family. These three values are embraced and proudly promoted by the Rodeo constituency. I like Rodeo!
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My life has been embroiled with leadership roles for most of my adult life. The challenge to unite people, square off with great threats, achieve great gains for the organization and to resolve to press against the ever-present vehemently vicious critic are all a test of the metal that a leader is made. Reading and watching great leaders in action inspires me to keep leading with determination.
One of the great leaders in my life time has a Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California. Visiting this museum and library of this leader was on my life list. I was able to check it off with great satisfaction.
After entering the gorgeous grounds with breathtaking views, I remember pausing long at a portrait of President Ronald Reagan as he walked down one of the halls of the White House. There is something special about leadership that can never be taught and this President possessed it in generous quantity. It is called “leadership presence.”
There is very little about “leadership presence” that is external. Instead, it is what exists in the soul of the man or woman who drives their choices, directs their initiatives and most of all manages the values the define their leadership commitments. Reagan’s beliefs marked his life and leadership.
When a leader faces pressures and attacks, he or she must be able to draw from their own convictions to make choices and decisions to protect and advance the best interests of the organization that they lead. That is what leadership is. Anticipation and reaction based upon a consistent set of values that others can follow and embrace.
The influence of this President was also balanced with a whimsical ability to engage the lives of international leaders from around the globe. His control of power was never carelessly dismissed but blended with discernment, resolve and vision. He thought the best of this nation and devoted himself to lead it to become better and more positively influential in the world.
If blessing is accompanied with responsibility, then this great leader acted well in light of the extraordinary blessings given to the nation by Almighty God. He could win the respect and cooperation of the opposing party, sooth the angry critic or stand stalwart against the belligerent opponent. President Ronald Reagan was a uniquely effective leader and one of the most remarkably gifted Presidents in our nation’s history.
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Every news media outlet was buzzing over the release of the movie “American Sniper”. Some touted it as a fantastic portrayal of patriotism, liberty and American pride. Others vehemently condemned it as an exploitation of war or a misrepresentation of snipers as heroes when in the warped opinion of the critic they were in fact cowards. A few even claimed it was of such poor cinema quality that it did not deserve any attention at all.
Admittedly, I was shocked by the animated negative opinions. Now, I believe that in a nation that protects the freedom of speech, these critics have a right to their opinion. What was stunning to me was that these vicious views would be directed to oppose such self-sacrificial lives.
I was reading the book when the movie debuted. Through each chapter I was tracking with Chris Kyle’s life, moments of maturing, struggles with family and horrific episodes in the battlefield. War was not glorified but devotion, commitment, family and country were.
Clint Eastwood directed the film. I thought that he captured so many moments of fear, frustration, courage, conflict, joy, encouragement and family. In a matter of seconds Eastwood told the story of many pages with a single take in the film.
Despite the critics I learned about a man whose sacrifice and skill keeps my liberty safe. My life has been protected by Kyle’s service. I for one am very grateful to him and to his family.
I am left wondering how a movie theater in the second week of its release is so full. If there are pundits out there who insist that we believe and adopt their negative and critical spirit, then why are so many turning away from their stinging words and going to see the movie? In my mind there are many Americans who love this country and lift up the military with respect and appreciation.
It was not just the courageous deeds of Chris Kyle on the battlefield. His wife Taya sacrificed too. Her steady care for their family during Chris’ deployments were a testament to the family courage.
She was there to help Chris find a way to let go of the war. It had so captured him that the commitment to let it go and really return home was a much a part of the message of the book and film as was his faithful service.
I heard Taya’s moving words at Chris’ memorial service. They touched me as did the movie. Thank you to the Kyle family for your service and sacrifice. God bless you and God bless the USA.
Everybody loves a parade. That age-old adage of Americana does not need proof from statistics or polls or historical analysis. Instead, it is a phrase that describes a universal truism; this country has a pride about it that is felt by the citizens who line the streets of parades in rural USA and major metropolitan cities.
When the drums start their rat-ta-tat-tat and the brass blare out a Souza march and the sirens of the local fire engines sound their presence, the people along the parade route rouse themselves with expectation. Children began to dance naturally. Sweets are rationed out by parents.
There is plenty of applause from the adoring crowd. It is an American custom to enjoy a parade. Traditions flourish with the marching units all directed by the parade marshal.
One such tradition is the lead unit escorts the color guard. The American flag leads the parade. Veterans carry the stars and stripes. We honor them and they honor our national symbol.
In the days gone past, the people often stood when the colors marched by. Some covered their hearts with an open hand. Other marching units waiting for their turn to enter the parade stand at attention and salute the honor guard as it passes in review.
Grey hair spills out from the hats of the veterans. But, they are not just the elderly doing what no one else wanted to do. They are the heroes of the past who risked life and limb to fight an enemy who threatened to take away our freedom.
Now, as survivors and veterans, they meet with fellow soldiers. They encourage each other through life. For the rest of their lives they are lifted up as the best representatives to carry the flag that they carried in battle.
Does everyone really love a parade? I do not know any hard percentages or numbers validated by one of the Big 5 accounting firms. However, the notion that a parade is filled with the cheer of fellow Americans who risked everything so that we could have a parade is enough for me.
I marched in my share of these grand displays. Some were small town homey gatherings. Others were filmed in front of a live audience for national television. In every case it was a privilege to feel that we are a nation under God who appreciate our liberty won and protected by our veterans. Thank you to each and every one of you.
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I have enjoyed the thrill of visiting several Presidential Libraries. The newest one to open is in close proximity to my home. President George W. Bush’s Presidential Library is located on the campus of SMU in Dallas, TX.
There was a time when I was younger that I thought that the greatest privilege in the world would be to serve as President of the United States of America. After all I love leadership, I want my life to make a difference for others, my patriotism for this country is off the charts and I have given my whole life to benefit the lives of other people around me. Over the course of decades I have served others no matter how difficult the challenge.
As I strolled through the exhibits and contemplated the facts of history, it became very apparent to me that the task of running this nation requires something beyond what is humanly possible. No one in their right mind who cannot stand up against the negative onslaught of unchangeable minds would do this job. Power and privilege is a difficult match against the constant scrutiny and immense implications of national and international demands.
I stood a long time in the library gazing at this seal. It stirred in me another level of respect for what 43 did for our nation, the dignity with which he performed it and the class with which he treated the office. No, I no longer think of wanting to serve in the office any longer. My youthful aspirations have taken it off my life list.
Yet, what an amazing country the USA is. What a remarkable honor to be the single representative of this seal of the great nation. It is a symbol of all that has been exceptional and will continue to be exceptional about this democracy created under God.
Yes, I still love this country. I relish the privileges that each of us enjoys as citizens. While this office will never be mine apart from these occasional historic visits, I will long dwell in my thoughts over the burdens that 43 carried for us all.
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Some people imagine Disney World with animation. Characters that have made Disney famous dance in the minds of those who try to capture the breadth of this theme park. No doubt everyone has their favorite character or two.
Others zero in on the radiant castle that Tinkerbell flies around as the Disney Marquee. It is certainly stunning in appearance. Walking among its many rooms and photographing its majestic towers is unforgettable.
Colorful buildings of cultural vintage and ethnic flair mark the grounds that envelope us for our dream vacation. Epcot is unforgettable and the geodesic globe stands out as a hallmark feature of the park. Everyone is included in this magical world.
Flowers are stunning. Landscapers must be full-time and constantly planning the next season’s combination of colors, textures, heights and dimensions. Trees, shrubs, lawns and blooms make up this critical piece of the Disney motif.
Nevertheless, do not forget the water. As blue as the canopy of skies overhead, the water ways, lakes, ponds and waterfalls are front and center of Disney World. No matter where we turned or planned our day, water had to be crossed by bridges, boats or overhead trams.
Bodies of water are picturesque. They reflect the beauty of vast blues and sparkling lights. Inside of key exhibits there are massive tanks of water that are the homes of magnificent sea creatures, both large and small.
The reflection off of the surface of these waters adds to the wonder of this magical kingdom. A steady wake from our water taxi makes our hotel begin to shimmer in the morning daylight. When the sun sets, the reflection turns into something spectacular.
Those who plan these water features must have a lot of fun dreaming about what could be done. Ideas must rush from their planning and dreaming sessions like a geyser on overload. Water must be placed in its location first or at least steer the conversation of how these parks are organized, planned and laid out.
Guests are guided along trails that submit to the restrictions of these planned walkways. Bridges are engineered to make the 100,000 walkers connect with the water. They pass over waterways without getting wet or slowing down.
Posing together for unforgettable memories are mighty trees, splendid buildings and resplendent colors. Together they bond together for happy moments for countless people. Yet, the water is almost always there. Add water and there is life, beauty and splendor.
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This is a special day. We stop whatever we are doing and pause to remember. It is an honorable recollection.
For some of us the BBQ grill is fired up. Guests are making their way over to our home. Food is brought out from the pantry and lining the counters.
Games are scattered throughout the backyard. Little ones will fill the inflatables, pool or field the badminton court. Space will be occupied by special lives.
Sounds will overwhelm the space. Laughter and talking will test our sensory overload limits. Smiles and hugs will dominate our day.
Others will have a traditional journey in their day. They will drive to the family plot at the community cemetery. There fresh flowers will decorate the headstone of a dear loved one.
Next to the flowers an American flag will be inserted into the ground. This was not just a family member that is remembered. Here lies one who died for his or her country.
Yes, Memorial Day is about family and friends. Yes, it is about a day off to relax from the rigors of our labor. Yes, it is about celebrating with food and fun.
Nevertheless, at the heart of this day is why all of these moments for fun and partying were made possible. Those in our armed forces who fought and died for our freedoms is the meaning behind this day. Liberty is a costly privilege.
Some time during this special day, we can deepen the meaning behind our gatherings when we take a moment to look at our American flag and be grateful. Our thankfulness for those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for us would give meaning to our day. It would inject great value into the remembrance of those who died on our behalf.
Then, our gratitude would be a treasured moment. Suddenly, it is not just a day-off but a day of meaning. Life is much more than a time about doing what we want instead of what we have to do.
Listen to a patriotic song and feel your spirit leap. Consider the lyrics of our national anthem and be grateful. Treasure the sight of Old Glory waving in the skies above.
When the red, white and blue come into view, be a thankful citizen. Smile at the thought of those who courageously squared off with the enemy and beat them in battle. Remember the warm tears of loved ones who buried those brave soldiers in the soil that they won for our liberty.
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My thoughts this morning woke me from a good sleep. It is Veteran’s Day. Memories are preceded by thoughts of gratitude.
I am glad that I did not wake up in a country that is torn apart by war. Outside there is peace that surrounds this house. Explosions, gunfire, military aircraft are not filling the morning with the latest in armed conflict.
Instead, veterans lived through all of that on my behalf and on behalf of our entire nation in days gone by. Many are still living through those tough times in faraway places, obeying deployment orders. Here at home we awake to freedom because of the life of patriotism that others have lived on our behalf. I nod in private realization that on this special day to honor all of our military, past and present, I am thankful.
On my mind is my late father. He served in the U.S. Navy during World War II. He was assigned to a military installation in the Philippines. Yay, Dad!
Whether it was a parent, uncle, aunt, sibling or child, many dressed in a uniform for the duties and risks that keep us all safe. Thoughts of them living and fighting for my freedom is on the forefront of my mind. I am grateful.
Today, there will be many flags flown. Those cloth emblems will flutter in the breeze, flap with the wind gusts and float proudly in safe skies because of veterans who served with honor. They have made their families and this nation proud.
There is another symbol that will be highlighted today. It is the cross. This special sign is a wonderful hope that those who have passed on in battle or in life have not been forgotten.
An empty cross represents the resurrection of Jesus Christ. He died so that all may have the chance to live forever if they put their faith in Him. That amazing truth gives us all hope in the final resurrection.
Families and loved ones have marked many graves with this symbol. It reminds us that our faith in eternity is real. Our Father in Heaven has given us encouragement to persevere and look forward to inevitable reunions with those who have gone before us.
It is a fitting reminder of the lives lived and the lives given so that each of us here can live with liberty and pursue the happiness that fills our soul. Thank you Vets! We are all very grateful for you.
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