Single-mindedness on guns
To the editors:
I tucked my three-year-old son into his warm bed. Do I know how blessed I am? My dinner table included steaks, spaghetti and salad. Do I know how blessed I am?
If I listened to the most recent arguments plaguing the country I live in, the answer to both questions would be no. I am not blessed, I am deprived because I live in a country that wants to take my guns away, and not all but only some.
Have we become, as an American population, so desensitized to the rest of the world's problems that we allow gun control to so define us? Are we, as a people, going to argue over rights given to us by our forefathers, who even in their most uninhabited imagination could not have foreseen the future we now live in?
At what point does a document written in the past need to be taken psychologically as opposed to literally?
If we want to continue to argue about what rights we have as Americans to own a vast array of weapons, instead of using that collective energy to solve real problems, then the collective world will continue to see us as single-minded Americans who care more about our toys than our fellow human beings.
I am blessed, and I am proud to be an American. I will not be defined by how many guns I can own, but by how many lives I can touch.