I often hear people around me vexed, fed up, saying "we gave Lebanon? . This reaction is understandable, particularly in times of crisis like the one we currently live. Rebuild even with that daunting feeling to take every time a false start, such was the life of the Lebanese people for 40 years. Always misfortunes, still gutted buildings, always the mothers who cry, always drain and still corruption in high and small spheres of civil society, corruption that plagues the country and emphasizes the sense of building his life on the quicksand.
"That gave us the Lebanon? "This question seems to me nonetheless unacceptable in that it removes responsibility from me completely, as if I had any power over my country, like a child who observes and experiences. "It's the world that I possess" Sartre said, is the Lebanon that we have to have an impact on political life, trying to overturn the tragic course of history. Difficult task when our two friendly neighbors, in perfect synergy, we are perpetually sticks in the wheels. Difficult but possible, as this can drain Syria in 2005 as a possible human unity of the people face the devastating bombs to Israel, possibly as the exemplary work of rescuers struggling against their survival instinct to save even just a life.
"What have I been to Lebanon? " this is what I have to say, my country gave me a culture halfway between the science of the West and the poetry of the East, the first fruits of globalization, openness to the world in every sense . My country gave me the values of humanity, friendliness and tolerance often. I have lived through wars, years in school shelters, massacres in the name of religion, I lived the shortage and the lack of those who leave never to return. I was pinching the heart on seeing disappear to emerge into a new life which I was excluded. And yet I lived, I learned, I loved.
I saw my father read in the bombing, teaching by bombs, refusing to flee, refusing to yield to pressure. I saw my father again at zero when the extremists early hours of the war took refuge there, what there without roots, there I know for having read it, but that there foreign to me. My parents lived difficult it is true but they offered me a real act of resistance to teach me what is more expensive, education with freedom to believe me granted. And I am convinced today to have conducted a fair fight, the battle of values, the struggle of Christian culture, Muslim, secular, the fight for peace. With this in mind that I have in Lebanon acting individually in the direction of progress and intelligence.
A father who is my birthday, I hope I live up to your expectations.
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