Freedom. Something I take for granted, although, I must say I don’t exactly know what it is. If you stop and think on how many people aren’t free, it makes you feel lucky. Maybe even special.

Some people don’t even have the freedom to be themselves. They could make one tiniest mistake, and their life could be at stake. It’s remarkably ujust.

We talk about freedom of religion, freedom of assembly, freedom of speech. Sure, they’re all important, but what about the the freedom to live. Some people don’t even have the chance to choose for themselves.

I think of the world in two categories:
The Living and The Controlled

So next time you walk down the street, smile, chin held high. Remember to be grateful that you can walk down that street, here in America.

Land of the free