I have a voice. When I wake up in the morning it’s a little
rough and much lower than it is the rest of the day, but I have a voice.
I have a voice. After I drink my morning coffee it gets a
little louder and I speak a little faster than the people I am speaking with
deserve to endure, but I have a voice.
I have a voice. When I eat cheese, which I seem to have an
odd allergic reaction to, it gets a little nasally and I will go through a
lengthy sneezing fit which could last upwards of 8-10 sneezes, but I have a
voice.
I have a voice. If I happen to enjoy a few too many alcoholic
beverages it sometimes becomes rambling, slurred, and progressively incoherent,
but I have a voice.
I have a voice.
Luckily for me, my voice is able to be heard. It’s loud and
often carries much farther than I’d like, but it is able to be heard.
My voice is able to be heard. The very fact that you’re
reading this proves that my voice is able to be heard. My voice, MY voice,
takes on a life of its own when I put it to paper. The things that I want to
say and the way that I wish to articulate them translate much better for me in
this format. In conversation my voice can be quiet and stuttering. It can be
loud and rambling. It can be confused and unable to find the big word I want so
desperately to use. But still, it is my
voice.
And I will use it.
I will use my voice to tell you how I feel. I will use my
voice to make you laugh. I will use my voice to tell you what I think.
Hopefully, I will also use my voice to make you think as well. But never will I
use my voice to tell you that your voice doesn’t matter.
We live in America, idealistically the greatest country in
the world. I can use my voice to scream from the rooftops or from atop our
highest mountains and tell everyone within hearing distance my feelings on any
topic that I choose. I can also get on a computer and write a seemingly random
thought in 140 characters or less and instantly have it spread throughout the
world.
Instantly throughout the world.
And that’s where it gets scary.
Too often in this age of instant news and its resulting reactionary
response we forget to put thought behind our voice. This lack of thought is often facilitated by
the ability to hide behind a screen name or nom de plume. It does our voice no
favor when it has to be hidden. It does our voice no favor when it insults or
degrades someone else’s.
Right now in this country we are experiencing possibly the
second greatest divide between red and blue, conservative and liberal, gun
lovers and tree huggers - whatever you want to call it - that we have ever
seen. We are no longer one nation under God, but instead two nations struggling
to live as one.
Struggling mightily.
Today, I use my voice to make you think. Today, I use my
voice to ask you to use yours. But there’s a catch. Today, I ask you to use
your voice not as a weapon of righteousness or indignity but instead as an instrument
of hope and enlightenment. I ask you to use your voice to address the issues at
hand and tell the world how you feel without belittling those who choose to use
their voice in opposition. Let your opinions be known, your facts be received,
and your strategies for improvement be submitted while being open to the same
opinions, facts, and strategies of those you disagree with.
We are still a young nation. We have yet to get it right. Together,
though, using the voices that we were given we can start to mend our fences. Respectfully,
responsibly, and receptively we must use our voices to encourage those with a larger
audience to see that the way things are working are not working at all. We may not
have all of the solutions, but by using our voices we can help create a pool of
new ideas to work from.

I have a voice
My voice is able to heard
So is yours
Use it, and use it wisely
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