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Giving Thanks - Day 6

Most everyone on Facebook is grateful for the ability to vote.  And I concur.  This is something to be incredibly grateful for.

I want to take this further, though.  There are many countries where democracies are status quo; Canada, France, England, many other European - places all over the globe..  Wonderful places to live and breathe.

The US is an amazing place - something for everyone.  If you want to live in the warmth, you can.  If you want to live where there are four seasons, you can.  If you want to live in the mountains, in the valley, in the dessert, in the plains, in the green, you can.  If you want to live in the city, in the country, you can.  The point is, you have freedom.  You can live and go where you please.

In the US we have elections.  We have these elections every two years.  We have local, statewide, national elections.  In the US, we sometimes take that right and that responsibility for granted.  Eh, if we make it, we do - if we don't, we don't. It's not like my vote counts.  Well, guess what - yes it does.  Though, the candidate you are supporting or wanting to win may not get the most votes - the fact that we have this system in place where you can make your little voice heard in "Whoville" is a big thing.  That little action is what keeps the checks and the balances in place.  That five to ten minutes of your time every two years make sure that the democratic process stays in place.

There are people who stand in line for hours, walk for days, to get the ability to vote - and then the system may be so corrupt that the government will skew the results to be what they want them to be. But, to those people who stood in line or walked for miles, they did so to make their little voice heard in "Whoville".

Make your voice heard in "Whoville" - it's your right, but it's also your responsibility to freedom.

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