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Over the years, I've had a love-hate relationship with St. Patrick's Day. At first it was love.
In 8th grade, I sewed my own shamrock-covered boxer shorts and wore green tights under them (yes, you read that right). But early in my college years, I started to resent it. I'm part-Irish and it seemed like almost everyone around me was, too. Yet all we did to celebrate our heritage was to dye things green once a year.
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I didn't know anything about my Irish heritage then. But when I was 20, I was blessed to be able to travel around Ireland on a tour bus for a week. Our tour guide was the most outwardly-racist person I've ever met. He passionately hated England and all things English, stemming from the horrors faced by the Irish during the Potato Famine and the reign of Oliver Cromwell. Of course I do not espouse racism whatsoever, so I took all of his words with a grain of salt. But I have to admit that I learned a lot about Ireland seeing things through his (tainted) eyes.
During my visit to Ireland, I came to appreciate my Irish heritage and the history of that country. Now when I wear my green "Irish Pride" t-shirt on St. Patrick's Day, it's because I am proud of my heritage and not because I don't want to get pinched.
So today I will say "Happy St. Patrick's Day!" to you, and I'll mean it.
I'm going to leave you with this photo of my favorite spot in Ireland, the Cliffs of Moher.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!