I drive a truck across the wide expanse that is this country, and I have met a lot of people. Each region has it’s politics, personality types and religious beliefs due I believe to the people that settled in each location at the start of this great country. I live in Maine with it’s long history of logging and sea trades still prevalent to this day, and I have worked in a few different jobs in my life. We are a hardy people working in the harsh cold New England winters and we believe in family values and the traditions of helping our neighbors when the need arises.
Today I am in Indiana delivering a load of wood shavings to a farm and I find myself entranced by the beauty of the open fields and the community spirit of the people that live here. Within 5 minutes of my arrival many people showed up to help unload the 1100 bales of shavings by hand. I’m sure some are family, but I bet others are just friends and fellow farmers. These people have a way of supporting each other with deeds not just words, with action not platitudes. I bet they feel a sense of pride in the way they raise their children and the values I’m sure they instill in them.
These are the people that make America great. The blood of the first pioneers runs through these people and many others like them that understand what it means to live a fulfilled life. Each day brings forth a love of the land and the bounty it brings through hard work and perseverance. Each harvest fills them with the pride of having done it themselves. I respect these people greatly for they are the heart of America.