What does it mean to be an American?
Yeah I know you probably think it’s a ridiculous question but hey what have you got to lose, right? Unless you have lived in another country, ate with other people, slept and breathed the same air or have found yourself adhering to the same laws, customs and traditions you have no idea how fortunate you are to be living in the United States of America and calling yourself an American.
Don’t believe all the hype of the media or the political left, right or center either because they are biased and intent to make you believe the truth is a lie and lies are in fact truth.
I have traveled many roads in Southeast Asia where happy people did not have the creature comforts we enjoy. Cooking over a coal fire and sharing the contents with family, friends and guests brings everyone together smiling, laughing and enjoying the company of each other. The sights and smells of the town market is something I cherish and children playing with a frog always bring a warm smile.
I’ve walked the streets of Panama, fished and swam in the Panama Canal, watched the graceful stingrays in the Atlantic Ocean swimming above me. I’ve been mugged in broad daylight; rescued after midnight while stranded in a boat in the middle of the Panama Canal; always felt the warmth of friendship who really cared.
I’ve traveled from Bremerhaven to Bad Tolz and broke down on the autobahn; picked grapes with family and shared lunch with German friends. I’ve broken the cardinal rule of ordering from a German language menu by price and ending up with a meal I abhorred and could not eat.
I’ve driven the crowded roads in and around Tokyo; watched a bluegrass festival in the forests of Japan; spent the weekend exploring the source of the sulfur pits that smelled like rotten eggs; smelled the cherry blossoms and rode the bullet train; ate meals with many a friend and walked through the snow in Hokkaido eating ice cream.
For friends it is not goodbye – it is See You Later Again!
Of all the places I’ve lived and visited over the years the most welcome sights is that of the Flag of the United States waving over military installations and US Embassies, our piece of Americana that you cannot imagine until you have gone so far from home in a strange and foreign land.
What being an American means to me:
- Enjoying freedom that isn’t free.
- Putting others before myself
- Treating everyone as I want to be treated.
- Not lording myself over anyone else, but seeing everyone as equals.
- Working to raise my family free from government interference.
- Helping my community and neighbors because I can.
- Doing my part to help others live the American dream.
- Living MY American Dream for a better future for our nation.
- Defending the weak and defenseless.
- Standing up to the bullies, and there are many.
- Lending a helping hand to lift another up, not just giving a handout
- Although at times a handout is better than simply ignoring other human beings
- Calling evil for what it is
- Rewarding good behavior
- Holding myself and others accountable
America has been called a melting pot where other peoples, ideas and cultures merge together to develop our own customs and traditions while maintaining our cultural roots. People do not come to America to be hyphenated, but to be accepted as equal, with the same opportunity for employment, advancement and the blessings and riches available for those willing to work hard and achieve their own American Dream. – I am the Real Truckmaster!