I found myself a bit jaded (and yes a bit jealous) over all the hoopla of F/B going public last week.  In my mind I was thinking a 20 something "kid" made more money than most everyone I know (combined????) will ever see in their life time.  I did comment that at least he still lived humbly, and must of been raised with the appreciation of money...but basically that was it...

But a gentleman I work with who was born and raised in the Middle East put it in complete perspective for me by saying three simple words...

Only in America..

He went onto say that only in America and can a young man dream of having of an idea and actually freely into motion.  Were there missteps I am sure of it (Hello...I did see the Social Network!) BUT we have to remember not all the countries in this world allow the free thinking, the ability to get it off the ground and work tirelessly to see it come to fruition...I emphasize the word 'freely' as that is where this idea cultivates first with a mind free to think up F/B or the next big thing.  

As an American, I take this mindset for granted...I expect entrepeneurs to be able to freely think about what is the next big idea.  My ego doesn't remind me enough that living in America, being an America is truly a blessing.  Some countries do not cultivate free thinking/free ideas, and some countries harshly punish free think..they try to squash it. That is something that I can not fathom, as I have always been free to think. 

Freedom is not free, and there are those who gave their life so you and I can enjoy the free lifestyle we've come to expect.  

This is the weekend we will honor the military and their families as we reflect their sacrifices and those who paid the ultimate price we will say thank you one more time.  

How lucky are we as Americans are free to think? 

Very I'd say...

Very very lucky.

And who doesn't love hearing those three little words...

No not those 3 words....silly 

but these:

Only in America!

Thank You for your service!

The Definition of Love

 

 A dear friend of mine told me a story of her 86 Uncle that defines Love to me.  'D's Uncle had lost all of his hearing, his wife is his primary caretaker and she is not in the best health.  A short while ago he had surgery for a cochlear implant.

Back to this wonderful story...Her Uncle had the surgery and this week was healed enough to turn the processor on...I am quoting her since she wrote it beautifully... 

'He jumped at first, and then he started smiling.  My Aunt couldn’t go with him to the appointment (she is not in great health, and my Uncle is her main caregiver, so you can imagine what this has done to him losing his hearing).  He looked at my cousin and said, “I want to get home to your mother so I can hear her beautiful voice again”.  He walked in the door, and my aunt says, “Can you hear me?” and he just smiled.  She started crying, he started crying, everyone was just crying!  It was beautiful!'

Now if you are not sure of what the definition of Love is...just read this story over and over...because in my (somewhat jaded at times) book that is Love....

 

A Dog Always Nose

I smell Friday!!!!