Inauguration Day: A Re-Dedication

Two weeks ago, it seemed the grand experiment called America was coming to an end. A seditious mob had stormed through the halls of the Capitol, at the behest of the president. It was startling. It was shocking. It was surprising. The ransacking, the reckless disregard. The nation was at stake. Could it all have ended, left to the capricious whims of a mob?

Deep political divisions has been part of the story that is America. The founding fathers had their disagreements after independence was won. They singularly agreed on one thing, America. Setting us apart from the rest of the world was our ideals. A nation trusting their people to self-govern. Our commitment to freedom, then and now, unmatched. In America, where anything is possible. In America, where anyone can achieve their dream.

The scourge of slavery nearly destroyed our nation. Before, we referred to ourselves as “these United States.” Afterwards, we became “the United States.” Only through the crucible of war did we become one nation. Far from perfect. It is in the Preamble of the Constitution, “We The People, to form a more perfect union,” To be a more perfect union, we will always be working in this direction.

In the previous life, I was occasionally asked if what they heard about America was true. “Could you do anything, be anything? Go anywhere? Speak freely without fear? Worship freely?” I answered it was true. “You have to nurture it, recommit yourself to freedom everyday.”

I believe every word of the Constitutional oath I had taken upon entering naval service, then and now.

Could it all have ended? Yes.

Freedom is fragile. Love it, cherish it, with all you have.

We are blessed to live in America.

10 thoughts on “Inauguration Day: A Re-Dedication

    1. Thank you, Jane. While it is not normal with all that’s going on, it was nice to have a little bit of “normal” back in the everyday. ๐Ÿ™‚

  1. You, and your family, have been in my thoughts these past days. Your previous post was so touching and startling. There is much about all of us that is painful and precious- and most often unknown. Thank you for sharing with this community David. We too feel hopeful..

    1. When my mom passed, it wasn’t so jarring. Mom was declining and you knew she was on a short time. It was a matter of “when.” Dad seemed to take her passing pretty well, but he wasn’t going to tell me, tell us, otherwise. If anything, we were relieved mom wasn’t suffering anymore. Dad, however, was a different story. It came so sudden, catching us all by surprise, and I think dad too. He was thinking ahead into the spring and summer. Of course, the pandemic wasn’t on anybody’s radar when he passed. I’m glad he hasn’t had to experience it.

      I’m hoping the change in administrations will be good for us. It’s proven to be more professional and competent than the last, in the first few days, by leaps and bounds, but we have to understand a lot of the things we’re facing are deep-seated. Patience and civility are going to be needed more than ever before.

      Thank you, Christine, for keeping us in your thoughts. It is very much appreciated. ๐Ÿ™‚

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