Having grown up in Philadelphia, the 4th of July was always a big deal. It being the birthplace of freedom was reason to celebrate with fireworks, concerts, block parties,etc. An even bigger deal to me beginning at around age 16 was my personal freedom. As high school was beginning to wrap up I soooo looked forward to going away to college. I wanted to be free, live with no rules, eat Cap’n Crunch, be the boss.
I attended Ohio University my freshman year and you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t grown. I ate what I wanted, (and gained 12lbs) went to bed when I wanted, (was late for my geography final) and ran out of money often. But I loved living away from home and the freedom that came with it.
You know the saying ‘Freedom Isn’t Free’? It usually refers to the fact that we enjoy our American freedom at the cost of troops’ lives and lots of tax dollars. It wasn’t until I moved into my first apartment that I realized how much freedom really costs. I was so excited my first night at my new place by myself until… I had to go to the bathroom. See for 23 years of my life I’d NEVER walked into the bathroom and found myself without toilet paper. Something I had always taken for granted was now my responsibility! Oh snap! It was now up to me to make sure that I not only purchased toilet paper but set aside the $ for it too. It was at that moment that I realized freedom is not free; freedom costs a lot of money. For years someone had taken care of that and many other things for me.
So, today, thank someone you know who has ever served…and thank whoever buys your toilet paper.
I’m sure my mom has felt like this before…
Be safe. Say thanks.