It’s that time again, November 11th - Veterans Day.
The day we, as Americans, make it a point to pause and honor our fellow
citizens who serve in our military, past, present and even future. Those who
enter harm’s way so we at home never will.
As is our custom, please join me in a moment of silence for
those who have given the ultimate sacrifice to defend and preserve our freedom.
Thank you.
Now, before you go to get on with the freedoms of your life
made possible by these brave heroes and heroines, bear with me for a few
minutes more. There’s a message in this, somewhere.
Last week-end we took our granddaughter to one of those
places where kids love to go to play games and collect tickets for prizes. Not
exactly my first choice of how to spend a Saturday afternoon, but then I’m not
six.
The place was absolutely packed, think a carnival midway on
steroids. Lights flashed, machines boinked, dinged and whirred, train, merry
go round and rocket ship rides in continual twisting and turning motions, with kids running in and
around it all. Playing together, cooperating together, having a great time
together.
One thing I noticed as I trailed my little charge around was
the diversity of the group. Every ethnicity was represented. Caucasian, African
American, Hispanic, Asian, Mediterranean, Middle Eastern and any possible combination.
Then another thought struck. An epiphany if you will. All of
these different and diverse kids were having fun. Playing together, cooperating
together, having a great time together.
Those ethnic labels I mentioned are distinctions we adults
make, not our children. To them it’s someone their age, with similar interests to enjoy some time with.
Period.
We should all be so lucky.
Happy Veterans Day, Everyone.
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