Memorial Day weekend…so often we get it confused with Labor Day and as un-rightful as it might seem…these days one who lost their position in a labored world has somewhat of a personal right to memorialize chapters once written.
Dr. Ronald Mack of Wake Forest University said to me, “Everyday should be Memorial Day! If you knew what it’s like to put your life on the line to preserve the quality of this country, you’d return to the states doing two things…saluting the flag every chance you get and constantly thanking the old and new friends you’ve met and shall meet.”
I miss that man…tough as nails and totally rugged in his process of provoking thought worth discussing. Must be something he picked up while serving our great nation, my stepfather Joe made sure his family ship was constantly shaped and moving forward. Mean as can be but wow…when he smiles the world knows something is very right.
Three days in honor of those who’ve walked this path one hundred times before us…their dreams just as important, maybe more…for their America was shoved into black and white photos. I can’t imagine having to wait nearly a week to see if my finger blocked the point and shoot lens or if my brother raised two fingers behind my sister’s head when not looking.
Before we ask, “Where are we going?” Time should be spent on studying the tales of where we’ve been. History repeats itself because not enough of us got it right the first time. Life is a lesson and through each page ripped, torn, crunched or perfectly laid out...there's always going to be an unexpected test.
Rather than look back…look forward. That’s what your grandparents and their grandparents did. Because of their hard work and dedication to the soil and cities they helped create, you today continue to live a life of comfort and security. Symbolize their efforts by creating the energy to allow a shadow to grow in the places you stand so that those following can learn during their journey back to the stars.
Lift your head and honor the smiles that cracked the sky during the darkest of storms. For three days allow their memories to be your continued desire to chase dreams. What you do today affects the next seven generations. Make it a positive…
Steal my art…
Arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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