My mother fled Cuba and found the freedom too many Americans now forget

I've always believed that gratitude is the most underrated of all human traits, and ingratitude is among the ugliest.A person who cannot recognize what they've been given, who cannot feel the weight of unearned blessing, has a hole in their soul that no amount of achievement can fill.
It’s true of people and nations.America, I am sorry that some in this country do not love you.Sad that a record low number of young Americans say they are proud.This breaks my heart, not because dissent is wrong, but because that failure belongs to the adults who came before.
Every generation that failed to explain to the next what was purchased so that they might live freely.Every classroom that taught grievance instead of gratitude.
Every voice that spent more time promoting protests and condemnations over preaching unity and collaboration.WORLD CUP SOCCER FANS ARE DISCOVERING AMERICA’S GREATNESS.IT’S TIME AMERICANS DID, TOOI’m sorry that so many are rejecting the free enterprise system that lifted more people out of poverty in history for the siren call of socialism.America we know you aren’t perfect, but something seems to have gotten lost in our national conversation: Birthdays are celebrations, not condemnations.
We don't gather around a cake to catalog mistakes and shortcomings.We gather to say you matter, you are loved, and we are glad you are here.I am glad you are here, America.
I am profoundly, irreversibly glad.DEMOCRATIC SOCIALISM IS SWEEPING THE NATION.VOTERS SHOULD BE ALARMEDBecause the real American story is one of breathtaking courage and grit.The Declaration of Independence was not merely a farewell or protest letter to a distant king.
It became a promissory note for every subsequent generation to redeem.Thomas Jefferson wrote the most consequential document outside of Scripture in the history of humanity that turned into the mission statement for a new nation.We keep going back to it because it keeps being right.Because the real American story is one...