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so thankful to be American

It is SO nice to be an American.

  • My parents can come see me without having to get signed permission from the political party secretary.
  • We can call the doctor and request to be worked into the schedule without having to pay a bribe.
  • We can go to a hospital that provides the food, laundry, and nursing care for its patients.
  • Hospitals do not demand payment up front.
  • Our medical system is top notch, with specialists on call.
  • There is not only wheelchair accessible vehicles, but many places have curb cuts in sidewalks, as well as places to park.
  • I can rent a modified vehicle to get Bobby from place to place, just by picking up a phone, filling out an application, having a credit card, and picking one up. I don't have to throw him on my back and haul him onto public transportation.
  • Banks have credit cards for their patrons, and do not charge exorbitant fees just to have a checking account.
  • We have an affordable education system, allowing anyone to better themself if they really want to.
  • Our mail is delivered to our home.
  • We have freedom of the press.
  • We have a role in choosing our leaders.
  • We have the freedom to worship as we see fit.
  • We have the right to own a home.

I am so glad to be home, to have Bobby better, and to live in a place where not only our needs are met, but so many of our desires and wishes. It saddens me to think of people who think of the above list as things that are unattainable, or only for rich people. We have so much that we take for granted.

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Jennifer said…
we are so glad he is better too!

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