The beast of beauty

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When I was a boy there was a girl in our neighborhood who was beautiful-Julie. She was popular and everyone seemed to gravitate towards her, everyone liked her. Julie was attractive in all respects not only was she pretty but also friendly with a fun side that attracted us all to her.

As the years passed and we went from adolescence into our teenage years going from middle school to high school Julie became more and more beautiful in appearance but it seemed her other traits diminished. She had fewer and fewer girl friends, she seemed less friendly and as far as us boys were concerned she was just plain stuck up. The way the girls talked about her we all knew that despite her increasing beauty, Julie had changed.

In my senior year, just prior to the prom, the girl who had been my girlfriend for awhile and I broke up. I had nobody to go to the prom with and was resigned to skipping it. A few friends jokingly dared me to ask Julie, by far one of the most beautiful girls in our very large high school.

Of course the idea of taking such a beautiful girl to the prom was exciting but also scary. After all Julie was stuck up and the very thought of asking her was terrifying. But my rowdy friends were insistent and put some cash on the table as a wager that I would not do it.So I did.

I had hardly spoken to Julie in our high school years she being far beyond my social status-in my mind. So two weeks before the prom I built up my courage, knowing I would be rejected but slightly wealthier for the humiliation and went to her house one late afternoon to face my rejection. The idea that Julie did not already have a date not even entering my mind, this is how I expected to be let down gently.

Julie came to the door and was more than happy to see me and invited me in, where, after some small talk, I popped the question hoping she would not laugh in my face. To my utter surprise she accepted, not only would she go but she had feared that she would miss her prom because nobody had asked her.

So I took a beautiful girl to the prom and learned a very important lesson. You see Julie had not changed that much at all, she was still not only pretty, she was also very kind and still had a wonderful sense of humor. It was not Julie that had changed, it was us who had become intimidated, jealous, envious, and afraid of her. Her sadness and reserve were the consequence of our envy of her.

This is how I see America and the world. All around us are countries that envy us and hate us for our beauty. It was not always this way, we were once loved for the beauty of our liberty and self reliance and as time has passed the envy has turned to resentment which in turn has caused us to feel insecure. In our insecurity we have magnified every pimple of our imperfections not comparing them to the historical norm but rather to some perfection that no country has yet come near to achieving.

The US is like Julie shunned for her beauty, growing ever sadder due to an unrealistic introspection brought on not by a search for growth but due to the envy and resentment of others. Instead of searching within ourselves for our inherent beauty which is based on the freedom expressed in our founding documents, we are trying to please those who resent us and the more we do the uglier we are in fact becoming. Wake up America we don't need to "transform", we need to change back to what we once were.
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