It has been brought to my attention that I sometimes get to typing too fast and make the occasional spelling/ grammatical mistake… I also this evening just learned that I have misunderstood the phrase “Making Ends Meet” my entire life… as I thought it was “Meat”. – Thanks Mom and Gram… I’ll try to go a little more slowly, proof-read a little more, and I also advise you to read  Post Number 1. LOL

With that being said, I would like to get into this blog! It’s going to be a little different, but it’s still important. There will be a follow up to this in a few days, but I’m doing some research before I get into that part of it. This is in tribute… to our AMAZING America.




Today is 9/11/2016.

15 years ago today, the citizens of this country experienced an event that changed the way we viewed the world. I remember exactly where I was, who I was with, and really, every detail of that day with vivid clarity. I was a Sophomore in High School, in history class, and two of the boys in front of me were talking about what happened to the World Trade Center. At the time, I wasn’t even positive I knew what the World Trade Center was. I just knew that I, and everyone around me was terrified. We didn’t know what happened or why or what was going to come next.

I feel like we as Americans have totally and completely forgotten what that day was like, what it felt like to not know if our precious American soil was under attack. To not know if similar attacks would continue. It was terrifying. I don’t think that mere words can describe that type of fear. It’s a feeling and a heaviness that lays inside of you, you don’t know if you should cry, fight, become angry, or just get ready to hide.


But like all historic events, time has worked its magic on 9/11. We have forgotten the terror we felt that day, we have gotten back to feeling comfortable on our home soil, and we have moved on from the pain and loss those events gave us. We have forgotten the names, we have let the images slip from our minds, and we have let a dull sense of “ancient history” wash over us.

This… is wrong. We can never let ourselves forget. Forgetting shouldn’t even be an option.

We do a disservice to the men and women who died in the attack to forget their names. We let the enemies of the United States win; when we forget the horror of seeing grown men and women jump out of buildings, rather than face being burned alive or crushed. We completely dishonor the men and women who keep our nation safe by forgetting the sacrifices that  first-responder’s  ACROSS THIS COUNTRY made to find each and every victim. We destroy America by responding to our armed forces with disrespect and in some circumstances, hatred.

As I have said before, I was blessed enough to have been brought up in a small community. The type of “Mayberry” place where pride still means something. I come from a high school that led us in prayer during the 9/11 attacks. The kind of place where you were taught to have pride in yourself, in what you do, in your school, and most importantly, your country.

Say what you will about her, she may have her problems. But she is still where I would want to live. The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. I sang these words just yesterday morning, as I was given the PRIVILEGE of singing at a Mission 22 Veterans fund-raiser. Land of the Free. Home of the Brave. We are given rights in this country that cannot be taken, cannot be pushed down, and cannot be pulled from us. We can write what we please, say what we please, worship who we please, and just in case you’ve forgotten… WE control our government… not the other way around. We elect officials. We put our trust in them, when they stop doing their jobs, its time to out them and start doing our jobs. HOME OF THE BRAVE. A home is a dwelling, a place where something usually is, or a place that one lives, according to Webster. HOME OF THE BRAVE.. A place where dwell the brave. Men and women, who, for HUNDREDS of years have sacrificed themselves for your freedoms. For your rights. For your safety. America is 240 years old… in 240 years we have seen 104 wars/conflict/invasions/interventions/occupations. This includes both World Wars, and the bloodiest war in US History… the American Civil War, where still, more men and women sacrificed so that the rights that were, at the time, given to some Americans, could be given to ALL Americans.

Make no mistake, this isn’t my political agenda… this is my AMERICAN pride. I love this country. I love everything about America, from cowboys to apple pie… I’m as American as they come. When I see or read about or hear anyone speaking ill of my country, disrespecting my flag, or choosing to not respect my National Anthem, I get ANGRY. We are one of the greatest nations in this world… and we are crippling ourselves. We need to stand up, dust off our American pride, band together, and take back our country. We need to get her back to former glory, albeit with a modern twist. Lets pull back our industry, lets stop making others rich and start investing in our country, in each other…. lets stop letting hate divide us and start standing together… like we did 15 years ago.

It’s a terrible thing when it takes tragedy to unite people who have so much to be grateful for.

God Bless America.

America the beautiful.

1 Corinthians 1:10- “Now I beseech you brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that ye all speak the same thing, and there be no divisions among you, but that ye be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgement.”

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God Bless America and God Bless You!

❤ Holly Lynn