I fear that the biggest risk threatening America's exceptional character is that more Americans would rather complain about the lack of job than go find one.
If you regard this as blasphemy, then tell me how a nation with more than 14 million people not working can have one single illegal immigrant fixing a roof , mowing a lawn, cutting a hog, washing a dish or changing a nursing home bed?
Some perspective is helpful to understand my fear about America's declining character.
During the height of the Great Depression, each of my parents left their respective Minnesota farms because the farm couldn't afford to feed them. My father took his eighth-grade education all the way to the 220-mile Colorado River aqueduct project.
While the better-paid digging crew jobs were filled, jobs were available to feed the 30,000 workers through a portable field kitchen. My father worked that backbreaking, 4 a.m.-to-11 p.m. job for two years, eventually saving enough money to return to Minnesota and start a business.
My mother, with a high school education, got a room in a boarding house in town. She took one job as a waitress, another as a store clerk and a third selling cosmetics door-to-door on straight commission. When she and my father married, he taught her how to cook while she withdrew from her savings the final $500 they needed to open the family business in 1938.
Forty years later I came home from a very active role in the Vietnam War battle known as the Tet Offensive. Naturally, I thought I had earned a vacation. My Depression-hardened mother had other ideas. After her fourth day of coming home from work and still finding me doing nothing, she said, "Well bum, how was your day?"
"OK, OK," I replied, "I will go get a job!"