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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Dependence

The other day, I heard a schoolteacher interviewing a Lithuanian man who had fled with his family to America as Russia was taking over his homeland in the aftermath of WWII. His father had been killed in the war and he was one of six children. They walked and rode on the outside of boxcars, when they got the chance, trying to keep ahead of the Russians.
For six years, they waited at a Red Cross camp before they could immigrate. They were sponsored by his mother's sister, who had been able to leave earlier. He was very proud of the fact that his family never accepted government welfare, once arriving in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At the age of 17, he was bringing home $50 a week to help support his family.

It got me to thinking...
This was the way America used to be. The people that came to this country were tough and individualistic. They had a healthy "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" mentality. Debt was scorned.

But today...
We go whining to our government when things don't quite go our way. We are in debt up past our eyeballs. We look down on people who value paying cash, but may not have the nicest car or the latest Ipod.


America used to be dependent on God as the ultimate source of welfare.
America used to defend women and children.
America used to reward the innocent and punish the guilty.

I am an American. I love my country

But this is not my country.

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