Perhaps one of the greatest things about having a blog is the ability to let your voice be heard.  We can all agree on that, no?

I recently re-organized my blog, moved to a different platform, added a new comment system and created a page entitled "Favorites."  The much needed cleansing forced me to glance through over two years worth of blog entries and I witnessed the evolution of my little space online.  My voice both snarky and sentimental, although predominantly used to chronicle my journey through motherhood, spoke through to include stories about my immigration to America.  An ongoing topic that I write about because it affects me daily.

Today, being no different.

I called my father and begged him to re-tell the story of our last night in Poland.  "We left in the morning.  Early morning so no people would find us.  We had long distance to travel under Martial Law, with two small children.  People were look for me and we left."  Why Tata?  Why did we leave? "Because I was ex-communicated.  No one would hire me. I stand up for the Solidarity.  I was engineer.  The chief engineer.  Like vice president in the company and I didn't agree.  They fired me and I didn't find job anywhere because everyone knew my name in new Solidarity movement.  My voice was dead, government people didn't agree and we decided this was not country for us anymore.  We left.  For better future."  I remember our first night far away from Poland,  Tata.  Do you think it's was a good decision to leave? "I just know.  I know that next week the government knocked on door to apartment to arrest me.  For my words."  What words did you say? "I say that people should not agree with promises the government making."

This brings me back to the beauty of living in America.  In the technological era.  Where I  (a mother of three, an immigrant) can voice my opinions on my blog and be heard.  Just like you can. And I've totally and quite passionately read some of your words. I've heard what people have said about people like me, a conservative, using words to describe the most un-educated selfish human being not capable of having a heart.  Heh.  Hear my voice.

Brigette Russell, author of the blog Moralia wrote:

"Karwowski’s post is significant not because she has said anything I or any number of political writers haven’t said already.  It is significant because, until now, she has not been writing about politics, and now she is.  Why?  Because she is frightened by the direction the statistics in charge of our government want to take this country.   And well she might be.  She immigrated to the United States from Poland at age five, and there’s nothing like having loved ones who have lived under the iron boot of communism to make you appreciate liberty more than the average upscale suburban soccer mom."

That above statement, occurred well before the official White House blog asked for the American citizens to report any "email or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it " seen here on the official WH blog, hoping to "push back on the misinformation about health insurance reform" which most of the liberals that responded to me on twitter said they launched only to 'confront the lies and educate the truth.'

That above statement, occurred well before I read yesterday that a new "bill would give the President emergency control of the Internet" (although not his original bill, but one that has been revised just this month w/o the attention of you and I and left ambiguous words in use for "emergencies" and even though I agree very important to the safety of our country could be abused).

It's not only about health care, people.  I am very aware that our government already monopolizes many establishments.  And some of you say they do a great job at it.   I agree.  And disagree.  What I do know is that as an immigrant to this country I am truly afraid of history repeating itself.   I can taste the scent of my mother's groceries in socialistic Poland waiting in lines weaving around the block.  Or falling asleep in my stroller waiting for routine health care.   Of course, our nation would never end up in communistic situations like those mentioned.  However, I was born into and visited a socialistic nation much longer than partaking in the American Dream.  I kind-of have a strong sense that what I have experienced was not-so-good.  Is it silly for me to be afraid for the future after dipping my toes in the sea of governmental control?  Just as much as you shake your head in disbelief amazed that I'm worried about how much control our government is taking away from us.  I do the same towards people that are convinced that it's the right path for our country.

I truly believe that we all have a voice.  You can disagree or agree.  But in the end... there are three types of people:  Those that who make things happen, those who watch things happen, and those who say "What happened?"  I am tired of waking my father up in his midnight slumber asking, "What happened?"  I know one thing for sure.  I do not want my American-born children asking:  "What happened, Mama?"