In our bright-looking firework-festive celebration of our country‘s birth, we are more led to look at freedom then ever before.
Freedom is what brought our ancestors here and what we have fought and lost lives for many times over.
But listening to people define freedom, I’m not sure we have handled it’s definition properly.
I recently met Ukrainian refugees who, other than language differences, pretty much seemed like Americans. The young girls loved my mom’s gifts of hair products and favorite candy. More than I can describe, their crying in the night broke my heart.
We are poised to define our freedoms, looking closely at how laws affect innocent lives. In our forefather’s minds was freedom from the kind of tyranny leading refugees out of the Ukraine?
Freedom to hurt others isn’t what was meant by the laws put down so many years ago. We must find a broader more kind definition of freedom. We must consider freedom a right for us all to live safer. We need to understand the rights of everyone, not just individual groups. If we hold these truths to be self evident then we know all people are created equal.
Happy Birthday, America, the land of imagination and opportunity, and the home of those brave enough to fight for true freedom.
