An appeal to the average, (weary) American

I am nobody special. I am not a part of the affluent or nobility class, nor am I remotely famous or highly educated. I am not a lawyer, judge, banker, or politician. Like many others, I am an average American who works hard but struggles to make it through the day. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother who raised children during and after 9/11; I am what they deem a “Gen Xer” and “middle class.” I consider family a gift, a treasure that holds the utmost value in this world. Above all else, I revere God and all He created, cherish the freedom He has granted everyone equally, and operate under the conviction that no human has the right to pilfer it as if it were a commodity.

I understand the world and how it works now more than I ever wished to. Like many before us, my generation has failed to stop the perforation of a genuinely malignant idea that a few should hold absolute power over the many. I am part of a quiet but listless faction, an enclave of individuals who have grown weary of constant war and asphyxiating control over the financial system and production of goods. We slumbered for too long and have finally woken up, but do we now only stand helplessly by as elitists destroy not only our country but the entire world?
Without hesitation, I believe the average person can aid any problematic situation simply by using the gifts and talents afforded by our Creator. I passionately believe not in the power of one but the many (E Pluribus Unum) that by individual acts of courage, we can prevail over and eliminate the festering parasite that has plagued our society for centuries. We all have a calling and are now at the precipice of the fight for humanity, for my generation’s salvation and for the survival of the future—our grandchildren, their children and beyond. The reconciling of the past has begun, and the time for fighting for the future is in the present. The future is all we have; it is the only thing that can be saved.

I subscribe to the idea that the world has few constants or absolutes, but one is that no matter what else changes, the power to move people to action is through words. We have witnessed that words can be used as weapons or a beacon of free thought and ideas. My God-given gift happens to be writing, and I am a proponent of the latter. My worst fear is to be part of a generation that will be remembered for being one that could have made a difference but chose not to out of either ignorance or inconvenience.

I would like to pose this sincere question to readers of this blog: how can someone like me (or you, for that matter)—the average person whose only natural talent is using words—help ensure a humane destiny for our children’s children? How do laborers, stay-at-home moms, teachers, small business owners, and civil servants set aside our differences and use our natural resilience and perseverance to preserve what matters: the future of freedom?

Sincerely,
KJL
(just one member of the human race)

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