How can I love my country?
I get up every day and go to work.
I pay my bills.
I don’t slander her. I don’t tear her down.
I stand up for the National Anthem (and most times I tear up hearing it).
I try to live in a manner that will not embarrass my country.
On the occasions I have the good fortune (saved up!) to travel, I do my best to represent America well.
I do what I can to help others in need.
I have opinions and I listen to other’s opinions.
I don’t speak on matters I do not know enough about, though I will listen, and I will ask questions.
I acknowledge there are problems. My country is not perfect. But I will defend her. Because perfect or not, I am an American.
I acknowledge I either become part of the problem. Or I become part of the solution. It’s a choice I recognize I have. Or I do nothing, also a choice.
I do what I can to not be a burden on my country.
I know my country is not a politician. It is the people.
I appreciate the cultures and diversity. I’m intrigued by my country.
I believe in my country. I do not agree with everything as it was, or with all that everyone thinks should change.
I must meet what is expected of me by my country.
I do not turn on her, and all of the men and women who have done more for this country than I, when things get rough.
I do not lump all Americans together when one (or many) Americans do something stupid. We are individuals with the right to make our own decisions regarding our behaviors.
I see my country through my eyes and my experiences. I do not let anyone else define her for me.
And that, is how I love my country.
Happy Birthday America.