"For How Many of You, Do We Speak?"
"'Tis a terrible thing to witness the death of an old friend, body riddled with disease, emaciated, disfigured and racked by convulsions, his youthful energy and happy disposition a far distant memory. One wishes for a merciful death and yet one holds out hope that somehow your old friend will miraculously be healed and restored to good health, even though you know in your heart that death has him firmly in its grip." Ron Ewart
"I reach down my hand from the firmament and shake awake your soul to open your eyes in the hope that you will see the truth, as an act of divine providence, because it appears that only divine providence can save you and your precious freedom." anonymous
Must we rely on miracles and divine providence to preserve liberty? Are we, who are men-of-freedom, not man enough to save ourselves that we must depend on miracles and random probabilities to restore freedom? Do we lack the courage to step once more into the breach, as we have for over 200 years? Have we so callously forgotten the words of President Reagan when he said: "We can solve these problems because after all, we are Americans?"
Ladies and gentlemen, are we not still Americans? What has changed? We who have saved a billion people from bondage in two world wars, at great sacrifice, have we gone silent? We who have raised the standard of living of the entire world because of our creativity, industriousness, innovation and yes, even our generosity, have we become so dependent on mother government that the ambition and drive to excel has been erased by years of propaganda, brainwashing and indoctrination? Must we be saved from roof tops when mother nature strikes and refuse to help ourselves?
There is an old story about a man who escaped to his roof top during a major flood, as his entire house was enveloped in the rushing water. A man came by in a canoe and asked the man on the roof top if he could take him to safety. The man on the roof top said no and stated in a strong voice that "God would provide." A little later a much larger boat came along with several people in it and offered the man on the roof a ride to dry land. But again he said no and repeated that "God would provide." Pretty soon a helicopter hovered over the man on the roof top and sent down a ladder, but the man would not budge, yelling up to the helicopter that "God would provide." The helicopter flew away. Shortly after the helicopter left, a flash flood came down the river and swept the house and the man away. When the man approached his maker, he asked why he was I not saved. "I always believed that God would provide", he said. The man's maker replied: "good God man, I gave you three chances at survival and you turned them all down. What did you think, that I was going to beam you up to heaven? Even with all my powers, I can't fix stupid."