Telling My Story: Patriotic Edition
I really didn't know what to say in this one... So here's an essay I wrote a few years ago for the Eagle's God, Flag, and Country contest. I made it to the state level of competition.
America. To some, home of purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain. To others, home of hotdogs, baseball, and over-priced gasoline. We may all have different views of our great country’s purpose, but there is one purpose we all agree on. Freedom. That one, single word can be used to describe our entire country. It can mean different things for all of us. For me it means choices, opportunity, and the ability to make my life whatever I want it to be. I am truly blessed that I live in America. I and everyone around me can do whatever we want with out lives for the better of the world. Our world.
America’s freedom was not achieved easily. Many fought and died so that one day America could be known as the land of the free. Loyalty was a very important factor in the founding of our country. Even today, everyday, the soldiers in Iraq fight to make the world a better place. Some people couldn’t care less about what’s going on in other countries, but I do care. I am very proud to live in a country that cares about the rest of the world.
Being Americans means more than just living in America. You must live and breathe for justice. You must aspire to reach your full potential every day. Most important, you should remember that to achieve greatness, you must utilize the talents of everyone around you to maximize the good you do for our country.
I’m proud to live in this beautiful country for more reasons that hotdogs and baseball. By living in America, I know that someday when I have a family of my own, they will have bright futures ahead of them that only America has to offer. America.
Here are some pictures I thought were kinda patriotic.