ran 4.6 miles
Jonas always felt something was wrong. It was something greater than he could explain. He did not know how to take out of his heart the feeling he could not explain. The next best thing for him to do was to throw away everything he knew and to pursue this inescapable calling that demanded his every fiber of existence. After years of flowing from underground puddle to underground stream to underground puddle of so many unaccepted, black-marketed thoughts and actions that the rank-and-file surface no longer accepted or was brave enough to reclaim, he now found himself at the bay of his destiny.
Jonas inhaled. “Americanadexico”, he had thought to himself.
That was it. It was what it was. He did not know what he was going to do or what would happen if he had done it, but he knew he had to do something.
As a boy every man dreamed about being a hero. They all wanted to do “good” and to protect others from harm. Every man once wanted to battle villains and to bring criminals to justice. They wanted to stop evil and to save the girl. But something had happened along the way. Boys had grown into men. Very few men had remembered their dreams but they had recalled enough to recognize the confusion they had felt any time they saw something un-American or unfair. They were holding onto an almost unrecognizable smidgeon of American patriotism that their grandfather’s grandfathers had bled for them.
America had reached a point where the only choice left to sustain itself was to expand and socialize its people. America was dead. Everything that George Washington, Thomas Paine, Benjamin Franklin, Andrew Jackson, Alexander Hamilton, and hundreds of thousands of other unnamed heroes had given their ideas and lives for was gone. As tragic as that was it was even more tragic that people simply did not care. They no longer had the ability, the passion, or the intelligence to care.
In the eighteenth century, a tiny coastal sliver of what America was to become took on the international leader of that time. England was the unequivocal King of the world and America was nothing more than a futile, unattainable idea. Whether it was God or human perseverance that allowed a man to be defeated by a mouse was of no consequence that thirteen colonies had defeated England, became America, and grew for many more than two hundred years into a religious and political paradigm of strong and faithful people that had been unmatched anywhere until now.
1,267.6 miles to go.
Chapter 10
Jonas always felt something was wrong. It was something greater than he could explain. He did not know how to take out of his heart the feeling he could not explain. The next best thing for him to do was to throw away everything he knew and to pursue this inescapable calling that demanded his every fiber of existence. After years of flowing from underground puddle to underground stream to underground puddle of so many unaccepted, black-marketed thoughts and actions that the rank-and-file surface no longer accepted or was brave enough to reclaim, he now found himself at the bay of his destiny.
Jonas inhaled. “Americanadexico”, he had thought to himself.
That was it. It was what it was. He did not know what he was going to do or what would happen if he had done it, but he knew he had to do something.
As a boy every man dreamed about being a hero. They all wanted to do “good” and to protect others from harm. Every man once wanted to battle villains and to bring criminals to justice. They wanted to stop evil and to save the girl. But something had happened along the way. Boys had grown into men. Very few men had remembered their dreams but they had recalled enough to recognize the confusion they had felt any time they saw something un-American or unfair. They were holding onto an almost unrecognizable smidgeon of American patriotism that their grandfather’s grandfathers had bled for them.
America had reached a point where the only choice left to sustain itself was to expand and socialize its people. America was dead. Everything that George Washington, Thomas Paine, Benjamin Franklin, Andrew Jackson, Alexander Hamilton, and hundreds of thousands of other unnamed heroes had given their ideas and lives for was gone. As tragic as that was it was even more tragic that people simply did not care. They no longer had the ability, the passion, or the intelligence to care.
In the eighteenth century, a tiny coastal sliver of what America was to become took on the international leader of that time. England was the unequivocal King of the world and America was nothing more than a futile, unattainable idea. Whether it was God or human perseverance that allowed a man to be defeated by a mouse was of no consequence that thirteen colonies had defeated England, became America, and grew for many more than two hundred years into a religious and political paradigm of strong and faithful people that had been unmatched anywhere until now.
1,267.6 miles to go.
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