We take it all for granted, don’t we? Freedom to stroll down the street without fear. Freedom to say what we want when we want, positive and negative. Freedom to worship as we please and who we please. But at what cost?
Right now as I sit in my comfortable office someone in the West Bank is trying to decide if it’s worth the risk to go to the store. Someone else in Iraq is struggling to re-assemble their life after they lost home and loved ones. In Afghanistan they worry about whether the radical extremists will choose to target their neigborhood. But here I sit in my office looking out at a peaceful city.
Then I wonder about the cost to the American’s who are protecting my freedom. The men and women who leave behind their families and friends and comfortable homes to spend months in another world, fighting for my freedoms, fighting for our “rights”. I’m not a particularly patriotic person, but these people are definitely deserving of our respect and gratitude.
But still I come back to the question at what cost do I have these luxuries and freedoms? Is the cost worth the prize? I think it is, but I also think we tend to go past what is actually necessary cost-wise. We don’t need to support Jewish terrorizing of Palestinians, we don’t need to invade countries because we think they might someday soon attack us. We don’t need to ask so many young men and women their families to sacrifice so much. I believe we can maintain our freedom without having to take away the freedom’s of others. But maybe I’m too idealistic.
Either way, thanks to all those who have served and are serving to protect our freedoms. I know the cost isn’t cheap and I will try to savor my freedom every day.