God Bless the USA and Lord thank you for making me an American. I will always be filled with gratitude for that. I will never know why you gave me so much and such good circumstances when so much of the rest of the world is such a mess. I apologize for never having lived up to what you expected from me.
For a while I worked for an international rent-a-rig oil company, and out of a 22-man team, only three of us were native born.
That led to some interesting lunch conversations about "In my country . . .", and almost always ended with one of 'em telling us "You people don't know how lucky you are."
I tell that to my grandkids whenever they start to bellyache about something they didn't get.