For years, holidays never meant much one way or the other. As long as they didn’t get in the way of my using, I was okay.
Back then the best thing about the Fourth was that someone would have a barbecue and there might be plenty of free booze. In that case no one would be critical of how drunk or high I was.
Now life is different.
Today I appreciate our Declaration of Independence from England in 1776 - and the freedoms it brought us.
I go to gratitude. Because my loved ones and I aren’t living in the Mideast or Africa, where life for some is a day-to-day struggle for existence.
Instead I live in a country where I can say whatever about the government without going to jail or disappearing. Where I have an opportunity to prosper.
I'm grateful to live in a country where I enjoy the blessings of a second chance at life.
