Sometimes I rail against people whose lives revolve around the next big ballgame or the next episode of American Idol. 
And sometimes I envy them.
Every morning I wake up knowing I will find myself in some kind of fight. I never know where the attack will come from. Perhaps from a politician. Maybe from an editorial writer. Or maybe from some well-funded political organization.
No, I don’t know where it will come from, but the fight will find me before the day ends.
I’m not going to lie. Sometimes it becomes very wearisome. I mean, who wants to fight all the time? I would much rather watch a hockey game. Or read a good fiction book. Or just meander through webpages full of sports statistics and celebrity gossip.
But I don’t.
Why?
Because I want Sinead, Brendan and Darian – my children – to live in a peaceful world where they have some chance of living free to pursue their dreams.
If somebody doesn’t fight for them, they don’t have a chance.
