On our way to Auntie Hey Hey and Uncle Curtis’ baby shower I stopped to get gas and noticed something unusual. There was small American flag, visibly dirty and on the ground. I picked it up, dusted off the crime and hung it from the gas pump.
Now it stands again blowing in the wind. Simply it now sits with it strong and weathered countenance.
I am an American. And, I’m proud of that. Not a single person can waive my love for the greatest country on God’s green earth.
Love your country. Love your flag. Love your freedom.