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Feet that embrace both thorny trails and blooming paths of Mother Earth,

Hands that fold not just in greeting, but in sacred offering.

A slender frame like the riverbank reed,

That bends in grace to the whisper of wind—

And, like that reed, a spine curved in devotion,

Eyes misting in surrender before the divine.

His garment—

A sheltering canopy that holds his breath and body

From being carried away by the vastness of the skies.

A single cloth wraps his waist,

Standing by him as if to say, “I too am with you.”

And along with these,

My heart and mind stand across distant oceans,

Unseen, yet ever near.

• Citizen KK

Why Should We Love America?

A Wake-Up Call to All Who Live In or Benefit From This Land

Why do people come to America?

Many of us came here driven by a dream — the dream of possibility.

We came seeking opportunities our homelands could not offer.

We came because America opened a door that would otherwise stay locked.

I came to this country 25 years ago, carried by both admiration and necessity.

I grew up in a family rich in camaraderie but poor in money — a combination that fueled an unstoppable desire to do better.

When I bought our first home in India, my grandfather — a man who understood gratitude — proudly scribbled “USA” on the wall outside.

He believed, as I do, that the greatest sin is ingratitude.

And yet today, too many among us — newcomers and lifelong citizens alike — speak lightly, sometimes even scornfully, of this great land.

We hear it often:

“America is too individualistic.”

“America is not community-oriented like the countries we left behind.”

If we truly come from rich cultures of community and togetherness,

why are we not bringing those strengths here to build something even better?

Culture isn’t something we inherit passively.

It is something we create — through our values, our choices, our everyday actions.

We are responsible for the culture we live in.

At every crossroads, societies produce:

• Visionaries who dare to build,

• The indifferent who simply consume,

• Anti-visionaries who tear down,

• And the confused complainers who do nothing.

Which are we becoming?

The world takes from America’s genius: our technology, our inventions, our freedoms.

But as America gave, forces from within and without worked to weaken her — de-industrializing her, indebting her.

Today, America pays $3 billion a day in interest — not to fuel dreams, but to appease demands, fair and unfair alike.

Imagine a generous soul who earns more than most, yet sinks deeper into debt because giving is expected, demanded, even resented.

Are we grateful for that sacrifice?

Or are we among those who take freely and then spit on the hand that feeds?

Ability must never be treated as a liability.

Yet a dangerous whisper tempts us:

“Those who have more owe us.”

We must silence that voice within ourselves.

If we do not honor those who build, innovate, and uplift,

we will soon find ourselves without anything left to take.

True prosperity comes only to those who cherish, not curse, their opportunities.

Giving is good — but giving must be free, not forced by guilt, fear, or threats.

And to those of us who are native-born Americans:

Stop apologizing for who you are.

Our ancestors’ imperfections do not doom us.

We are not forever guilty.

We are forever responsible — to make tomorrow better.

Some will still say:

“But America has made mistakes. Why should we love her?”

To them, we say:

Because America is not her mistakes. She is not defined by war-mongering politicians, greedy corporations, or parasitic politics.

She is the spirit of her people, the enduring ideals of freedom, courage, and hope.

She is the millions who dream bravely, work tirelessly, and sacrifice generously —

so others can know liberty, dignity, and hope.

Every nation has chapters of sorrow.

Great nations choose to write better chapters — and invite the world to read them.

America remains a place of wonder, possibility, and courage.

But greatness is not automatic.

It is not inherited.

It must be earned anew — by us.

Loving America doesn’t mean pretending she’s perfect.

It means choosing to make her better every single day.

We, the citizens — immigrant and native-born — are the living soul of this land.

Let’s embrace America. Build with her. Dream with her. Protect her. Speak proudly of her.

And to all of us who have tasted her generosity, no matter where we live:

Offer your blessings. Keep America in your prayers.

The future calls.

Will we answer?

Or will we watch, indifferent, as the greatest experiment in freedom fades?

The choice is ours.

A Coach’s True Role: A Humble Servant, Not a Dictator in disguise!

Over time, I’ve come to believe that the ultimate responsibility of a coach is to recognize this simple truth: I am a humble servant, genuinely generated by grace to be of service to another human being.

The moment you begin to coach someone, you’re offering guidance—light—in areas of their life that might be in shadow. And as the coachee begins to feel grateful and opens up more, something sacred happens. It becomes a massive responsibility to hold that vulnerability with integrity.

Unfortunately, in our world, there are many examples—both historical and modern—of guides or coaches who misuse that power. Whether it’s a Rajguru raising a king in ancient India or advisors guiding presidents today, this misuse of influence can destroy lives. That, to me, is one of the greatest sins. I’ve experienced that pain personally, and I made a vow to never walk that path.

Every time I coach someone, I remind myself—and them—that I am not their master. I am a fellow traveler, a mirror, a listener. I may offer bold insights when needed, but I will never dictate their life. In fact, I tell them plainly: “If you ever feel I’m not serving your best interest, please walk away.” That freedom is essential to any honest coaching relationship.

To stay aligned, I constantly put my own thoughts under scrutiny. One example that lives forever in my heart is from the life of Babuji, the second spiritual guide in the Heartfulness movement. He was known to bring immense inner peace to people—sometimes in just seconds. He trained others who have passed this experience on, including to me.

Despite his incredible inner power, Babuji lived in utmost simplicity. He earned just 30 rupees a month and welcomed guests into his humble home, feeding them with whatever he had. One night, at midnight, someone gently woke him and asked for a meditation sitting. He didn’t act burdened. He said, “Thank you for asking me. It is such a privilege to give you this.”

He found a quiet corner, gently stepped over sleeping bodies, and sat down to serve—joyfully, humbly.

That story stays in my heart. If I can carry even a fraction of that spirit to my grave, I will consider this life well-lived.