I rarely share my dreams and when I do, I do so reluctantly. But I owe so much to my dreams and how these messages from my soul have supported and enriched my life. I write them carefully in my journal and share them at times wishing to understand myself and be understood. I always wonder: will I succeed one day? I don’t know. Perhaps you will answer this question for yourself. Perhaps what really matters is the struggle for oneself against the collective silence.
Deep in the darkness of the hours after midnight I had a dream or a vision during the twilight time of sleeping and slowly becoming awake. I dreamed the President of the United States was making a special appearance during television’s prime time. He announced that in companionship with Mexico he was sending the 101st Airborne Division to meet the caravan of poor people trying to escape the brutality of their regime, desperate with hope in their hearts, approaching our country. He emphasized our soldiers’ job was to protect them, be sure they had food and medical care and that their women and children were safe. He also announced he was appointing a special ambassador for finding, with our full support, safe havens and new opportunities for them in our country and surrounding countries. The President also said these marchers reminded him of the poor people, the indentured servants and the convicts, who crossed a treacherous ocean in tiny ships, filled with hope and fear, to become the backbone of the original settlers of this country.
The President then reminded us that we are the richest country in the world and we must remember to give our neighbors a helping hand. As he continued, he shared with us the story that when as a little boy, his parents and grandparents told him that when the American soldiers entered to liberate Italy, France, and Holland in World War II, they were seen as angels. He ended his talk by saying that he wanted our soldiers once again to be seen as angels.
The senate majority leader was moved by the President’s speech and called the senate into a special session. The senate chamber was packed and the majority leader was inspired by the President’s speech like everybody else. He said it is time for us to remember our heritage, to get over our fears, our national fears, and to ask those who have been blessed the most to contribute to giving a helping hand to our citizens who need it and to our neighbors. Then he quietly pointed out that a revolutionary so many of us revere instructed us to love our neighbor. But the love was already there in the chamber and the men and women present there could feel it in their hearts; it was alive and palpable. It was a new dawn. It was the new reality. I awakened with tears in my eyes.
As I was drinking my morning coffee and remembering my dream I thought to myself – because of our children and their children we should be worthy of that hope, courage, sacrifice, and compassion our parents and grandparents gave to the world – that earned them the title of “The Greatest Generation.”
Photo: Capt. Patrick Dube, an aircraft commander with the 9th Special Operations Squadron, hands a Honduran orphan a candycane at Aldea Infantil S.O.S Orphanage in La Ceiba, Honduras during Operation Christmas Wish Dec. 13. 2007. Captain Dube was part of a 16-person team that helped deliver more than 875 Christmas packages to five different Honduran orphanages. (U.S. Air Force photo/Senior Airman Ali Flisek)
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