Cinnamon's Spicey Life

I wasn’t able to stay up late enough to see the final results of the election last night.  But I went to bed knowing that I’d done all that I could to help Mitt Romney take our country in a different direction than where we have been heading for the last four years.  Whether it was to drown Facebook with the political facts that I could gather, or the “shares” that I thought drove the point home more eloquently than I could, or proudly wearing my Romney/Ryan bumper sticker and honking my little car’s horn at all that I saw who also had one.  I was nervous, but happy at the same time.  While the hubby and I were taking a big chance by moving out here in the country so that we could have a place for some animals, and a place to grow a garden to be more self-sufficient.  Little did I know that these were the right things to do.  Mainly because we wanted to do this, but also, it feels like something else now.  I feel safer.  I can’t explain it really.  But I am truly afraid for our country.

It scares me to think that there are enough people in our country that think that being wealthy and successful automatically means that they have cheated or stolen or taken advantage of someone else to get their wealth.  It bothers me to think that our country that was founded on the principles of hard work and thankfulness to God, now believes that they shouldn’t have to do anything for themselves because there are others that will do it for them.  I, my family, and the people who I would call friends are not those type of people.  We work hard.  We play hard.  And what we have is ours because we worked for it.  All the coupon clipping, and thrift store shopping.  All the haggling at flea markets and making do with hand-me-downs.  Or as in the case of this place we are staying at.  Those that know me, can tell you how damn long it’s taken for us to get in here.  Because it was just the kind of people who won the election last night that lived here before we did.  Those with no vested interest in the place because it was someone else’s and they were renting it.  So it was filthy.  And roach infested.  And covered with dirt outside.  And overgrown and parts falling apart.  I saw that it had potential and was willing to work my fingers to the bone to clean it, paint it, mow it and save it.

I’ve had a tear hanging in the corner of my eye all morning.  Especially after watching Mitt’s concession speech.  In the face of his defeat, he was STILL the picture of grace, manners and faith.  The hurt was there, but he was a big enough man to thank those that helped him, and to remind the rest of us that we need to pray for President Obama.

And OH how I will pray.  This isn’t a time to give up.  I saw my friend Marti post about wanting her “free stuff”.  And I feel like that too.  But I know she doesn’t mean it.  And neither do I.  Because I know we weren’t raised that way.  The Left may call us saps and fools for not taking advantage of whatever we can get without working for it, but I know that we have something that they will never understand.  It’s called pride.  They left theirs at the door when they stuck their hand out for the freebies.

There are people out there that have genuine needs.  I guess they’ve lost sight of the fact that America has always taken care of those that need help.  Somehow they are able to justify doing less and receiving more by saying that they “earned” it. For those people, I have no answer.  I can only say this:  My parents didn’t raise me to hate the wealthy or privileged.  They raised me to strive to BE one of them.  But to never forget my roots, to always help those that I can, and to share what I have.  I think Mitt Romney was raised that way too.

I am so sad today.  Sad for myself, but more sad for my country.

peace,

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