Zwerglipatch July 4, 2011 12:00 p.m. EDT
A country begun by eccentrics attracts eccentrics. Thus, began the story of this country into which I was born and in which I live. Is it no wonder that I, myself, am considered “eccentric”? I am an individual who at an early age knew that I was capable of being whoever, even whatever, I wished. Naturally, those who know me from previous writings have known this fact for some time. Which brings me to one of my eccentric traits. I have not shared my writings; so very few people, other than my friends, of which there are many, know this fact. I live my life openly. I am what is seen. I will add that I am glad that I can’t see myself. My ego is slight. My critical eye is encompassing. I would be a harsh judge on myself. I am not a judge, nor a critic. Like a lawyer, I look at, and respond to, fact. I am capable of silence. In the past, this silence has kept me both out of, and in, trouble. “If only” is a phrase that I have used in my thoughts way too often. I have witnessed my Elders speaking their mind. I have heard remorse. I have heard tales that loosen tears from their dry ducts. I have learned that Life goes on when one thinks it has ended. With these thoughts, I begin this Independence Day.
This steamy, oppressive day must be akin to the day, in 1776, when a group of eccentrics decided to split ties from a Mother Country. It takes a great deal of courage in any year, past or present, to stand up to a Parent. Especially, a Parent that has a wealth of history.
History, as we have seen, can be made; forged itself into, and out of, mistakes whose effect on a trusting People may last centuries.
I, myself, have never felt an overwhelming pride for my country. I remember these mistakes.