Fourth of July, 2014

fireworks

 

I enjoyed the fire works in San Francisco with Roxie and her boys.  San Francisco…. ah, a city of choices, a city were most “anything goes,” a city of life and of romance.  Sitting at the Aquatic Park in the bay you will see some of everything; shorts and tank tops, winter coats, gloves and scarves, bicycles and pedestrians,ships and rowboats, even people with signs that read “Free Hugs!”  As I watched the fire works that night, I couldn’t help but think about those that have given their lives for the freedom we all hold dear.  The words, “The rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,” rang true as each rocket exploded above our heads and revealed it’s magic.  We can sit and enjoy the fireworks, but what about those that fight under real rockets exploding above their heads. Freedom.  What is it really?  The word freedom is a noun and Dictionary.com give the following definitions:

  1. The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement
    or under physical restraint
  2. Exemption from external controlinterference, regulation, etc.
  3. The power to determine action without restraint.
  4. Political or national independence.
  5. Personal liberty, as opposed to bondage or slavery: a slave who
    bought his freedom.
People boldly proclaim their freedom – and rightly should.  However, everyone has freedom – at least in the United States – and at least everyone is supposed to be free and have certain freedoms.  But, have you ever stopped and thought about what happens when your freedom and my freedom collide?  You are free to smoke and I am free to breath fresh air without smoke.  I raise this question because we were subjected to people around us choosing to exercise their freedom to smoke marijuana, but  Roxie and I are both allergic to it (never mind the fact that it is illegal.)  Where were our freedoms?  I used to sit at the feet of a wonderful old woman who shared this truth:  your freedom stops where my freedom begins.  I have never forgotten this phrase and I believe that many people today may need to consider it’s truest meaning.  Enjoy your freedom but stop and think about the fact that others have the same rights.
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