Land of the Free and home of the Brave?
Tempe Diablo Stadium backs up to this mountain, and when the national anthem plays at the beginning of every game, all activity halts, and a moment of silence prevails...but only a moment. Today as I sit down to write, I am flooded with gratitude that we live in the land of the free, and the home of the brave. What a cliche, right? Sometimes it bothers me how little I acknowledge that freedom and how many opportunities I miss to practice bravery. And, honestly, I know I'm not the only slacking American here. Ouch. I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer, but think about it. What have you done to exercise your freedom lately? How many true acts of bravery have you participated in this week? I'm not talking about the freedom to express your sexual preferences in public, or the bravery required to rescue damsels in distress. What I am talking about is freedom of the mind, and bravery of the heart. The kind that gives us courage to talk to a stranger who is obviousl