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Remembrance Day
As I sit here in my centrally heated home, sorting through the memories of the past ready to move, I remember. I remember how lucky I am to have my home, even though I am currently selling it. But then I remember how lucky I am to have the freedom to sell and move on.
I remember that I am lucky to have freedom because I am not in a repressive regime. My life is not in constant danger. I have food, clothes and I can talk to my family whenever I want. I get to go out and meet my friends for a coffee, to take my daughter shopping and my son to the park.
I can work from home and write about the things I want to write about. I can insist on being treated equally and fairly and I have a voice that will be heard. If my voice is not heard, I know I can shout louder (metaphorically speaking) to ensure that people listen. I remember that this was not always possible and that I am grateful to live in a time where it is.
I remember that I am free to travel, to explore and to experience the world. I remember that I can do anything I want, be anything I dream and I have the freedom to choose my life. I also remember that I don’t always remember how lucky I truly am.
So what does this have to do with remembrance day? Quite simply, I would not have the opportunities that I have now if it weren’t for the sacrifices our soldiers made to ensure that Great…
