Life Long, Lasting Independence

I grew up during the quiet time of the 1950’s. Television was brand new, people bought their meat at butcher shops, kids were slapped if they talked back to the teacher in school, my mom was at home every day when I got home from school, peanut butter and Jelly sandwich with a glass of milk, ready for me.

We had one family car and in fact, there were only a few cars on the road when compared to today’s highways and roads. Police were respected, parents disciplined with consistency, we weren’t allowed to use calculators, and our phones had a finger ‘dial.’

Everyone left their doors unlocked … to their homes and cars. Kids ran from house to house to play and every mother watched out for them all. The big argument was who was the best musical artist … Elvis or the Everly Brothers or was it Kennedy or Nixon you were ‘for’ for President. After dinner we were free to play until dark, as long as homework was done. We went to sleep away camp.

We played outside, regardless of the weather! We rode bicycles, skated all day on frozen ponds, played cowboys, hide and seek, and more.

Friday or Saturday night found the whole family at the local drive in, kids in pajamas playing on the playground before the movie, concessions buzzing, and kids asleep before half the film was over.

Milk, cream and dairy products were delivered to our door. A&W  was the drive in for burgers and floats.

We didn’t know it then, but we were living in the land of the free AND the home of the brave. We still are, although perhaps less aware of our freedoms then way back then.

Being a free spirit back then required a support system … a system of safety or protection. Our parents served as guides and made the rules by which we lived. So we were independent supported by loving interdependence on our family or caregivers.

Today we experience a ‘sensory overload’ of information every day. How fortunate we are to be alive to enjoy fast evolving technology and productivity! Yet all this overload has caused us to often forget that the United States of America always has been and is today a hotbed of opportunity, no matter who you are or where you were born. If you have ever traveled you know this is true.

It’s hot in July and it’s a time to let the heat set in, close your eyes, and remember the fun we had as little ones, not a care in the world, free to play until dark, splashing in the summer shower puddles at the road edges. When it rains in July the smell of the steam off the asphalt brings me back to those days of freedom. Those days when a $.15 jar of bubbles and a piece of chalk kept me busy for hours and hours. Those days when everyone … and I mean everyone … sang the National Anthem at sporting events.

Now I am the only one who sings at any sporting event I attend. And I sing with my right hand across my heart. Children look at me with curiosity. I sing loud and long, as though the vibration of my voice will seep into the minds of the parents whose parents also sang that song.

As we move our businesses forward with alacrity and excitement, it’s never often enough that we stop, breathe in for a moment, close our eyes, and remember how truly blessed we are to live right here and right now in the country protected by the lives of our fathers and forefathers.

This blog is written by Leslie Flowers, originator of The Excelerate Experience Event for entrepreneurs and small business owners to take their businesses from great to extraordinary … and then become THE authority in your industry. Early bird tickets this month (end Aug 1) CLICK HERE

 

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