It's well past midnight and I should be sleeping, but I can't. I am sick at heart and am not sure what to do about it. My father was a great patriot; he loved this country with a deep and abiding love. My mother is his equal. They both instilled in me a deep love for the United States of American and freedom. Because of their example I have loved this country from my very beginning. That love was strengthened by the time I spent in Europe. I loved my time overseas and had a wonderful experience--but it also served to deepen my appreciation for the rights and liberties I had taken for granted most of my life. I fear that too few of us realize what a precious gift it is to be born an American--a privilege and a blessing, with an attending responsibility and duty. I have never been able to get through our national anthem without crying. Not once. It causes feelings to well up in me that are hard to express. This year on the Fourth of July it was different. For the first time in my...