“You didn’t get there on your own.”

When President Barack Obama hauled off and slapped American small-business owners in the mouth the other day, I wanted to dream of my father.

But I didn’t have to close my eyes to see my dad. I could do it with my eyes open.

All I had to do was think of the driveway of our home, and my dad’s car gone before dawn, that old white Chrysler with a push-button transmission. It always started, but there was a hole in the floor and his feet got wet in the rain. So he patched it with concrete mix and kept on driving it to the little supermarket he ran with my Uncle George.

He’d return home long after dark, physically and mentally exhausted, take a plate of food, talk with us for a few minutes, then flop in that big chair in front of the TV. Even before his cigarette was out, he’d begin to snore.

The next day he’d wake up and do it again. John Kass – Chicago Tribune – Click To Read More…

Even if you have to take a few moments and throw your email Chicago Tribune’s way this touching article is worth the effort. It’s a tribute to every immigrant with a dream of becoming successful “on their own” in America  and a nod to the very thread that is at the heart of this country. It’s about intercity kids with dreams that someday they can become a doctor, play pro-ball or own a business “doing it own their own.” It’s about all of us that started out with hope and the broad horizon of opportunity. – DSMW