【特朗普感恩节致辞】President Trump's 2017 Thanksgi
President Trump's 2017 Thanksgiving Message
My fellow Americans, Melania and I would like to wish you a blessed and joyful thanksgiving.
Nearly 400 years ago, the pilgrims gathered with native Americans to give thanks to the first harvest.
Just over a year before September of 1620, the pilgrims set sail in the mayflower to settle in new land, where they could live and worship freely.
They came to this continent with few resources, but rich in faith, courage, and dreams.
They endured a treacherous voyage across the ocean, and long days inside the ship’s cabin as the storms raged wild.
Then when the pilgrims arrived at Plymouth, their first act was to pray.
Soon, they persevered through the months of bitter winter with the help of Squanto and the Wampanoag tribe, they survived and began to build a new home for their families.
On their first thanksgiving they came together to rejoice after their harvest and praise God for his provision.
Since then, Americans have always remembered the blessings of freedom, and the glory of God.
In his first year as President, George Washington proclaimed a day of public thanksgiving and prayer.
He asked all citizens to unite and in sincere humble thanks for God’s providence, and the founding of our country, and in the midst of the civil war President Lincoln made the last Thursday of November a national holiday.
He called on Americans to come together with one heart and one voice to thank God for his gracious gifts and to ask him to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it.
Today, we give thanks to all of the pilgrims, the pioneers, and patriots, who have gone before us, and for all those warriors who have kept us safe and free.
This week we know that thousands of men and women in uniform won’t be able to come home for thanksgiving.
They’re standing watch around the world, facing down our enemies, and defending our great American flag.
We’re eternally grateful for the courage, heroism, and sacrifice.
We also thank Americans at home who serve their fellow Americans in need of a helping hand.
Families who care for the sick, bring food for the hungry, and provide a loving home for children across the country.
This year the face of painful hardships, we have seen the incredible strength of the American spirit.
Neighbors helping neighbors, strangers helping strangers, and citizens reaching out for those in need.
We pray for the Americans impacted by the devastating storms and wildfires that struck our nation.
We pray for the victims of the horrible shootings that stole innocent lives, and we thank God for the police, firefighters, paramedics, and rescue workers who put themselves in harms way to save others.
People of this nation come from all different backgrounds, but we are all one people, and one American family.
We all share the same heart, the same home, and the same glorious destiny, and we are all bound together by the common bonds of love, loyalty, and affection that make our country into a wonderful home.
Together, we give thanks to the loved ones who grace our life and for the heroes who protect our nation, and we ask for God’s continued blessing on this magnificent land.
Our country is doing very well. Our stock market has hit a new all time high. Unemployment is at a 17 year low.
We have created $5.5 Trillion worth of values.
We are doing something very special. People are feeling it.
The enthusiasm in this country has never been higher.
We are very very happy on this thanksgiving day.
Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.
We’re here to memorialize 29 Americans: Carl Acord. Jason Atkins. Christopher Bell. Gregory Steven Brock. Kenneth Allan Chapman. Robert Clark. Charles Timothy Davis. Cory Davis. Michael Lee Elswick. William I. Griffith. Steven Harrah. Edward Dean Jones. Richard K. Lane. William Roosevelt Lynch. Nicholas Darrell McCroskey. Joe Marcum. Ronald Lee Maynor. James E. Mooney. Adam Keith Morgan. Rex L. Mullins. Joshua S. Napper. Howard D. Payne. Dillard Earl Persinger. Joel R. Price. Deward Scott. Gary Quarles. Grover Dale Skeens. Benny Willingham. And Ricky Workman.
Nothing I, or the Vice President, or the Governor, none of the speakers here today, nothing we say can fill the hole they leave in your hearts, or the absence that they leave in your lives. If any comfort can be found, it can, perhaps, be found by seeking the face of God -- (applause) -- who quiets our troubled minds, a God who mends our broken hearts, a God who eases our mourning souls.
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
And most days they’d emerge from the dark mine, squinting at the light. Most days, they’d emerge, sweaty and dirty and dusted from coal. Most days, they’d come home. But not that day.
I’ve seen it, the strength of that community. In the days that followed the disaster, emails and letters poured into the White House. Postmarked from different places across the country, they often began the same way: “I am proud to be from a family of miners.” “I am the son of a coal miner.” “I am proud to be a coal miner’s daughter.” (Applause.) They were always proud, and they asked me to keep our miners in my thoughts, in my prayers. Never forget, they say, miners keep America’s lights on. (Applause.) And then in these letters, they make a simple plea: Don’t let this happen again. (Applause.) Don't let this happen again.
We cannot bring back the 29 men we lost. They are with the Lord now. Our task, here on Earth, is to save lives from being lost in another such tragedy; to do what must do, individually and collectively, to assure safe conditions underground -- (applause) -- to treat our miners like they treat each other -- like a family. (Applause.) Because we are all family and we are all Americans. (Applause.) And we have to lean on one another, and look out for one another, and love one another, and pray for one another.
Even as we mourn 29 lives lost, we also remember 29 lives lived. Up at 4:30 a.m., 5:00 in the morning at the latest, they began their day, as they worked, in darkness. In coveralls and hard-toe boots, a hardhat over their heads, they would sit quietly for their hour-long journey, five miles into a mountain, the only light the lamp on their caps, or the glow from the mantrip they rode in.
That community was revealed for all to see in the minutes, and hours, and days after the tragedy. Rescuers, risking their own safety, scouring narrow tunnels saturated with methane and carbon monoxide, hoping against hope they might find a survivor. Friends keeping porch lights on in a nightly vigil; hanging up homemade signs that read, “Pray for our miners, and their families.” Neighbors consoling each other, and supporting each other and leaning on one another.
All that hard work, all that hardship, all the time spent underground, it was all for the families. It was all for you. For a car in the driveway, a roof overhead. For a chance to give their kids opportunities that they would never know, and enjoy retirement with their spouses. It was all in the hopes of something better. And so these miners lived -– as they died -– in pursuit of the American Dream.
How can we fail them? How can a nation that relies on its miners not do everything in its power to protect them? How can we let anyone in this country put their lives at risk by simply showing up to work; by simply pursuing the American Dream?
There’s a psalm that comes to mind today -– a psalm that comes to mind, a psalm we often turn to in times of heartache.
That’s a spirit that’s reflected in a song that almost every American knows. But it’s a song most people, I think, would be surprised was actually written by a coal miner’s son about this town, Beckley, about the people of West Virginia. It’s the song, Lean on Me -– an anthem of friendship, but also an anthem of community, of coming together.
Day after day, they would burrow into the coal, the fruits of their labor, what so often we take for granted: the electricity that lights up a convention center; that lights up our church or our home, our school, our office; the energy that powers our country; the energy that powers the world. (Applause.)
God bless our miners. (Applause.) God bless their families. God bless West Virginia. (Applause.) And God bless the United States of America. (Applause.)
But they left for the mines anyway -– some, having waited all their lives to be miners; having longed to follow in the footsteps of their fathers and their grandfathers. And yet, none of them did it for themselves alone.
那也是德国人纯熟的一首歌里表明的振奋。作者想，让一大半人惊叹的是那首歌实际是一名矿工的外甥所写，关于Beck利这几个小镇的，关于科罗拉五个人民的。那首歌曲，“靠着我”（Lean on Me）是关于友谊的赞歌，但也是关于社区至于联合相聚的赞歌。
These men -– these husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers sons, uncles, nephews -– they did not take on their job unaware of the perils. Some of them had already been injured; some of them had seen a friend get hurt. So they understood there were risks. And their families did, too. They knew their kids would say a prayer at night before they left. They knew their wives would wait for a call when their shift ended saying everything was okay. They knew their parents felt a pang of fear every time a breaking news alert came on, or the radio cut in.
There, in the mines, for their families, they became a family themselves -– sharing birthdays, relaxing together, watching Mountaineers football or basketball together, spending days off together, hunting or fishing. They may not have always loved what they did, said a sister, but they loved doing it together. They loved doing it as a family. They loved doing it as a community.