By Kahlil Gibran
"At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.
Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfilment."
Is your freedom a cage you choose to live in?
Last part of our DC trip...more Wax Museum fun and family pictures before dinner. The Holocaust Museum was almost more than I could stomach. We ended our trip with a visit to Arlington Cemetery. I’ve always wanted to see the “Changing of the Guard” at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was a good way to end and surreal to watch the discipline displayed amongst the guards. We discussed how blessed we are that many of the people buried there have fought for our freedom. There is a lot wrong with this country but as my family walked out of that cemetery, we felt grateful to those who had sacrificed and continue to do so in order for us to enjoy life. There is a lot more right when you put things in perspective. #Iwillendonthat#godblessamerica#godblessthosewhoserveandprotect#freedomisntfree#historylessons#usa 🇺🇸
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In the White House there is a tree that is called the gold star tree. It is for mothers that have lost sons and daughters in the war. These Gold star mothers come to the White House to decorate this tree.
While decorating, I was asked by a wonderful woman to show her how to make the bow with the perfect loop in the center. she said I heard you’re the master in making bows. As I was showing her how to make the bow and cut the tails in a fish tail, we carried a beautiful conversation which it led into her telling me about her son who she lost in the war. I told her what I did and the name of my Business and she said she would look into finding me on social media when she got home.
On the last day she said you have my son’s height and your smile is just like him. As we were about to leave she asked me if she could have a hug and we hugged.
The hug was so deep as she had missed her son for so long.😢
Today I received a beautiful Christmas card along with the gold stars pin and a beautiful vintage American Goldstar Mothers ceramic bell ornament . the Card said Merry Christmas son! thank you for the Hug 💔
This is beyond any Christmas gift I’ve ever wanted. 🙏🏼 I’m at a loss for words to describe my feelings right now 😓 all I want to say is
To Love one another and tell your loved ones how much you love them as you never know when is the last time you’ll get that last Hug💔
The whole week of Thanksgiving in Washington was amazing and emotional at times, specially when several young ladies placed red cardinals on the tree As it represented their husbands flight home 😓
“How could you leave your children?” A question I am always asked by people who don't understand what we are doing for my children AND for their children as well. Here is my reply:
It’s because of my children that I’m still in. Do you know exactly who and what it is we’re fighting in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, the Horn of Africa, and elsewhere around the world? I do. I’ve seen it up close and very personal, many times. There are a lot of brutal bastards out there who want to kill you, me, AND my kids simply because we’re Americans.
Watch the videos, hear them in their own words if you don’t believe me. My being in the military helps keep ISIL in Syria instead of Syracuse, Al Shabab in Somalia instead of San Diego, and Al Qaeda in Pakistan instead of Philadelphia. It keeps my children in Birkenstocks instead of burqas, in diapers instead of death camps. Me fighting the bad guys “over there” means they’re not fighting my children “over here.” There are genuinely evil people in the world who can’t be reasoned with, bought off, or captured and put in prison. They can only be stopped with violence, and someone has to stand ready to meat it out. After all, someone a lot smarter than me once observed “if we don’t learn to love the battle axe, someone else will.” So if you want to join the party and stand on that line so I can stay home and raise my children, I’ll give you the number of a couple of really good recruiters.
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I will be here on the 15th this Saturday. You should be as well. There isn’t much that is so important you can’t take a few hours to pay respects. Incase you didn’t know you die twice in life. Once when you leave the mortal realm and once more when the last person speaks your name. This is a way to help these Veterans live on for another year in our memories. You place a wreath and speak their name. @wreathsacross or https://wreathsacrossamerica.org/pages/14887/Overview/?relatedId=14887&utm_source=waamessaging&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=1DF53EFA-9648-4131-8387-71903992AC4B&utm_content=0 is where you sign up for NH but it’s a nation wide event so if you are in another state look for your state. #wreathsacrossamerica#rememberveterans#payrespect#veterancemetery#semperfi#Marines#Navy#Army#Airforce#veterans#freedomisntfree#America @blackriflecoffee @zulufucxs @rogueamericanapparel @gruntstyle @ninelineapparel
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At some point in my early years, I fell in love with the idea of America. Today, we are amidst an America that is ever more divided, and it is causing quite a bit of turmoil. I hear people profess their doubts about the future, and what America is “turning into”. I will tell you that as long as the idea of America is there, America will be as well.
Turmoil among our citizens is nothing new. During the Revolution, many were not too crazy about breaking off from England and diving into war with the world’s super power at the time. Think about the doubt that crept into the minds of the early patriots about the future of our nation when the capital was burnt to the ground in the War of 1812.
Think about the Civil War, how it almost seemed unlikely that we would remain the United States of America. Two world wars, the civil rights movement, a few scandals added into the mix and I don’t think you can call me crazy for saying that America has been through some serious shit!
But we persevere. We persevere because we are in love with the idea that is America. You can kill men, you can burn buildings, you can do all manner of atrocities but you CAN NOT kill an idea. Especially an idea that is as powerful as the American idea. It is and will remain an eternal flame that will not go out. History has proven over and over again, whether the threat is domestic or foreign, that when the going gets tough America truly begins to shine! Our darkest moments are always followed by our brightest.
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The day before he was my patient, he killed 2 little kids, and critically injured 3 others; they were my patients too
The IED he placed was detonated by the group of kids as they played outside, blasting the 2 instantly in half, and turning their bones into shrapnel that fragmented and tore apart their surviving friends
I treated the survivors; massive, multi-systems trauma, amputations, severe bleeding, and grotesque injuries that cannot be comprehended nor associated with innocent children
Word in the village spread that he was the man responsible for their deaths, and in attempt to flee, he blew a checkpoint and was stopped via gunfire
He survived the shooting, and several hundred pounds of explosives and IED components were found in the back of his vehicle
Because he was still alive, he was detained and we were called to extract him and stabilize him for further interrogation
The iron scent of children’s blood still lingered in the helicopter, as we loaded the man responsible for their deaths and dismembering into the back
As I looked down at this man clinging to life, I acknowledged that he was responsible for murdering the children whose blood still stained my clothes, and I struggled with the most profound inner conflict I have ever experienced
His eyes were pure hatred; there was absolutely zero remorse or shame for what he had done
At the time, my 2 sons were roughly the same age as the children killed in the blast; they were worlds away, and I hadn’t seen or kissed them in months
I had however, seen dozens of innocent children killed or maimed in crossfire and explosions
This man, injured and dying before me, was responsible for at least 2 of them, if not more
As I treated his injuries, he began to spit blood and vomit in my face, and curse at me in pashto
I still see his face, and I still feel his hatred
But it’s his, and countless others’ whose hatred I have felt, that inspires and motivates me to share even more love and light
To spread compassion, forgiveness, empathy, patience, acceptance, and hope
Because fuck that guy, and all the assholes trying to do otherwise.