My first year of living in New York found me daily walking along the river and gazing out at the statue of Liberty.The profound beauty of that gigantic statue posed over the river had greeted thousands who came to America with their hopes and dreams Day after day her torch lit the hopes of many who came with little but their hope for a better life As a symbol she embraced everyone.”Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
That is the America that I love and have wed my soul to the wondrous words found at the base of the statue.
An America that does not balance the budget on the backs of the disabled,the hungry,children and those with the least. An America that does not spend all its’ time on repeating “woe is we.” That beloved statue is still a beacon of hope, and we must not diminish her torch by being timid.We are the progeny of those that made it across the ocean,conquered the wilderness and on countless hopeless moments found ways to rise from the mud to overcome mammoth odds. We have survived Depressions,days of infamy,scandal and a host of bleak periods. Instead of merely trying to turn the clock back it is preferable to emulate our forebearers and face head on the challenges that are on the table.That wondrous symbol still welcomes us to be what we all once believed that we were.