The 4th of July reminds me of three things.
Hot dogs. Sparklers. And Whistles.
The whistle has been drilled into my head after years of spending the fourth at my Grandma and GRAMPA’s house. The fourth was Grandma’s holiday…every time she randomly shrieked her whistle the family was instructed to yell “HAPPY 4TH OF JULY”.
You had to.
No matter what you were doing.
“HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!”
She liked that whistle.
A little too much. Because we did an awful lot of yelling “HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!”
While in Greece my husband made great friends with a Greek bartender named Nico. Her talked all about the political unrest happening in there. Pat asked him about the financial stability of the country and Nico asked Pat if what he heard about America was true.
“Is it true you can just choose to be whatever you want to be? That you can just decide on a career and do it?”
And it IS true. Amazing isn’t it? The things we take for granted.
Here in America you can be anything you want to be.
Reach for the stars we say!
With the right amount of money, time, education, work, sucking up, connections, dedication, seniority, practice, luck, and I suppose a tidbit of talent…you can do anything!
Or nothing at all.
The freedom to make that choice is a beautiful thing. You can work your butt off to be the whistle blower or you can happily cram hot dogs down your throat and wave your sparklers until the whistle blower shrieks her whistle and forces you to scream “HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!”
God Bless the red, white, and blue.
And have a HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!