From the bombing in Boston, Massachusetts to the explosion in West, Texas- to a local high school where a teenager attempted to commit suicide with a gun brought to school in a backpack- to the deadly shooting in Seattle that claimed the lives of five more- this country has borne its fair share of heartache from coast to coast.
I can’t begin to understand why there is such evil in the world, but I am always awed by the amount of good that is on display to counteract it. Images of the citizens of Boston flooding into the streets to hold hands, light candles, and sing the National Anthem were bittersweet. The support for the families whose homes were destroyed in the blast in West continues to pour out from across Texas. The law enforcement personnel investigating these events press onward in their investigations so that we can prevent tragedies like these from happening again.
As Americans, it’s time to open our arms and hearts and bind together to make what was broken whole again. Our history is rich with examples of our nation doing exactly that. We are the home of the free because of the brave- before, during, and most-importantly after- tragedy strikes.
A man by the name of Dean Alfange was a fan of poetry like myself. He read a work written by Edgar A. Guest called “My Creed” and summarized what it meant to him by saying the following bold words:
” I do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be uncommon. I seek to develop whatever talents God gave me—not security. I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me. I want to take the calculated risk; to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed. I refuse to barter incentive for a dole. I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence; the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia. I will not trade freedom for beneficence nor my dignity for a handout. I will never cower before any earthly master nor bend to any threat. It is my heritage to stand erect, proud and unafraid; to think and act myself, enjoy the benefit of my creations and to face the world boldly and say – ‘This, with God’s help, I have done.’ All this is what it means to be an American.”
The poem he read is today’s Monday Morning Perspective.
Monday Morning Perspective
My Creed by Edgar A. Guest
To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill,
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory.
To have no secret place wherein
I stoop unseen to shame or sin;
To be the same when I’m alone
As when my every deed is known;
To live undaunted, unafraid
Of any step that I have made;
To be without pretense or sham
Exactly what men think I am.
To leave some simple work behind
To keep my having lived in mind;
If enmity to aught I show,
To be an honest, generous foe;
To play my little part, nor whine
That greater honors are not mine.
This I believe is all I need
For my philosophy and creed.
Regardless of what life throws at us, we should strive to be the best versions of ourselves daily. We are called to serve one another, be uplifting to one another, and to share burdens with one another.
To me, that is what being from the land of the free is all about. We are braver and better together.
Have a wonderful week.
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