Wednesday, December 1, 2010

A Story Of Peace

I have been told by some of my readers with Christmas upon us I need more holiday spirit. I should stop talking about old news and politics for a while. Although this will be hard to do I will give it my best shot.

I have been fortunate enough to travel overseas and see how many people live. I have seen the shacks, polluted water and poor conditions they endure.

The story below is not of one person but many I have seen. Some from my travels and others from Viet Nam. Our rewards do not come from silver and gold but often from the heart.

A Christmas Story

I sat on the lonely street which had become my home watching happy faces of holiday shoppers passing. The children voices rang with joy as they hustled down the street waiting for Christmas Day. Occasionally someone would stop to toss some loose change in my hat. I was cold, lonely and afraid as I questioned the reason for my existence. My mind drifted back to younger days when I had hope and dreams to pursue.

My Country said they needed me so I went without question. I gave all I could including 2 limbs so Americans could live free. When I returned home I was scorned and spit upon. The people who needed me had forgotten. 

One morning while sitting outside a Church listening to the pastor I knew there was a ray of hope. I had found a friend. I had little to give but helped as much as I could.

The years passed as Father Time began to take its toll. The body was growing weaker as my time grew closer. I knew when my eyes closed that day they would never open again. Fear filled me as I felt the hand of death moving ever closer.

Then anger took over as I looked back on my life. I had no home, family or friends. I had no where to turn. As I felt the last breath leaving my body I heard a gentle voice speaking. "It said hurry my Son, your home awaits you, your rewards are many. You will sit beside me at the feasts of all feasts. You have fought the good fight." A beautiful voice in the background was singing Amazing Grace, I was home.

Take time to give thanks and embrace in the joy of Christmas but never let your guard down. We must remember a leader who was elected, then heard the songs of our children singing his praises. We also must remember an administration of hatred who is taking away our future.

Let you hope be that we will still have the freedom next year to celebrate Christmas in the manner we wish. How quickly Freedom can be removed.

You have heard my opinion, now let me hear yours.

Freedom Fighter