When you look at this old house, what do you see? Do you see an eyesore, something to be torn down and rebuilt? That’s not what I see.
I see an old man with gnarled hands and a weathered brow. Cutting every board with precision, fitting every piece together with skill and craftsmanship. Using great care to construct the best house he has ever built. He pours all of his wisdom, experience and his pride into this home. He does this because he wants to pass this down to his son. He wants him to have something he didn’t have when he was young. His blood and sweat hidden beneath a facade of plaster and paint, a testament to his hopes and dreams of the future, and a legacy to show his passing in this world was not in vain.
His son, having learned many things from the father, maintains the house, fixes the roof, paints the walls. He does his best to retain the vision his father saw while building this house. As times have changed, and values are different, he still see’s the wisdom in the way the house was built. When changes are needed, updates applied, the vision endures, the house stands strong. As he raises his son in the house he was born in, the hope for the future, and the legacy of his father still reside within it’s walls.
The grandson grows, and acquires the house. Having learned nothing from the father or grandfather, the house falls into disrepair. The paint fades, the plaster cracks, and eventually the house is abandoned. The grandson does not see the vision of his grandfather, the wisdom and truth to what he built. He wont look closely at the quality of the construction, the remarkable skill and truth in the old house. Instead of making improvements, he wants to abandon the house and start over.
And now I ask you again, what do you see when you look at this old house? I see the United States. I see our founding fathers, fresh from the shackles of tyranny and oppression, building what will be the foundation of this nation, the house we will all live in. I see the sons, of which few remain, trying to retain the vision set forth by the grandfathers, the wisdom and simplicity of the original dream crushed under the onslaught of the grandson’s folly. Hiding behind words like “Progress” and made up phrases like “Social Justice”, the house falls into disrepair. Outside forces threaten to change the very foundation this country was founded on, liberties revoked, controls forced upon us. The shackles of a past monarchy show themselves again.
My hope for the future is a return to the principles this country was founded on. Life, liberty and the PURSUIT of happiness. Nothing in this life is free. Promises of politicians are just words to garner votes. They know they will never live up to them, and they don’t care. There is no free healthcare, free collage, or anything else promised to gain power. The government has no money, it must be taken from the people. When do we reach the point that there are to few to support the many? The ridiculous “Robin Hood” theory is nothing but taking from the rich to give to the poor. That’s called socialism, and it never works. Eventually the rich leave the country, just like in France. Now what do we do?
I believe you get out of this life what you put into it. Some people never get ahead for many reasons. Sometimes their own fault, sometimes not. I believe in helping my direct neighbors if I can. If everyone did the same, there would be no need for welfare in this country, no need to take from me and give to others. If I help my neighbor build a fence, or fix his roof, I hope to receive the same in return. If it’s not returned, they will not get anything from me again. It’s that simple. You must be willing to take a chance and hope for the best. We all live or die by the way we treat each other. If we don’t learn to help and support one another, this country dies. It’s just a matter of time.