I learned this poem as a wee lad
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled.
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard 'round the world.
I believed that then, as a youngster. But it was just a belief back then; that the freedom I enjoyed, was longed for 'round the world. Now I know. I've lived in many different countries 'round this world, and I've never failed to meet many people in each of those countries that want to go to America. Some to be Americans, some just to see what it is like to live in freedom if only for a short time. Most of these people have a rather skewed view of the freedoms that exist in the US. The sad part is that they don't know how many freedoms we actually have. In guessing, they always guess low. They ask about those freedoms that they most long for; most of them can't even imagine the abundance of freedoms that we have as Americans. Quite literally they can't imagine them, because that life is so far from their reality. It is heartbreaking at times to know how little they ask for, knowing how much we have.