Wednesday, December 05, 2018

아들 Bush 대통령과, 캐나다 수상 Brian Mulroney의 아버지 Bush에 대한 Eulogy. 우리 한국은 언제쯤 이런 정겨움이..

내가 살고있는 북미 대륙에서는 장례식을 치를때 Eulogy라는,장례식에 모인 대중앞에서의 연설기회를 고인의 친구 또는 가족들이 즐거운 마음으로 행한다. Eulogy라는 단어를 딱히 우리 한국말로 표현하기에는 그 뉘앙스를 충분히 나타낼만한 단어를 찾지못해 그냥 Eulogy로 했다.

이번 아버지 Bush 대통령에 대한 국장( State funeral of George H.W.Bush)을 보면서, 미국이 너무도 부러웠었다.  단 4명의 추도연설자가 있었는데, 그중에서 NAFTA( 북미 자유무역협정) 협약을 만들 당시캐나다의 수상이었던 Brian Mulroney가 연설을 하게된 것이다.

조문객들을 맞이 할때와는 별도로, 장례식은 Washinton Cathedral에서 초청인사들만 모여서 조촐하게 치러졌었다. 한국에서는 국장(State Funeral)하면 여의도 광장이 좁아 터질정도로 사람모으기로 생전의 치적을 과시하는 허풍과는 너무도 대조적인점이 가슴을 뭉클하게 했었다. 대신에 조문객은 수요일 아침까지 24시간 계속됐었다.

아버지 Bush 대통령과 당시 캐나다 수상 Brian Mulroney가 주축이 되여 NAFTA협약을 만들었고, 재선에 도전했던 아버지 Bush 대통령은 실패하고, 다음 대통령인 Bill Clinton에게 넘겨주고, 새로 백악관의 주인이된 Bill Clinton이 이협약에 서명하고, 1994년 1월 1일 부터 발효하게 된것으로, 아버지 Bush는 협약이 발효되는 법안에 서명도 하지못하는, 많은 아쉬움과 자랑스러움도 있었을 것이다.

아마도 NAFTA Agreement 를 만드느라 같이 협상하면서, 때로는 얼굴을 붉히는 또 환한 웃음을  나누는 순간들도 많이 있었을 기억을 더듬어 당시의  상황을 Eulogy에서 느낄수 있었다. 그협약이후 캐나다는 많은 Advantage를 누렸었기에, 현 미국 대통령 Trump는 취임 하자마자 다시 재협상을 주선하여 최근에 USMCA라는 다른 이름으로 협상을 완료하여, 현재 미국, 캐나다 그리고 멕시코의 의회에서 비준을 기다리고 있는 상태다.

아버지를 이제 영원히 보내 드려야 하는 아들 Bush 대통령은 추도연설을 하면서 눈물을 흘리면서 울먹울먹하는, 아들로서의 연약한 모습을 보면서, 아들의 아버지에 대한 연민과 감사함을 주체할수 없었던 것으로 이해됐었다.  여기에 아들  Bush대통령과 캐나다 수상 Brian Bulroney의 추도 연설문을 옮겨 놓았다.



아들 Bush 대통령의 아버지 Bush에 대한 추도 연설문


Distinguished Guests, including our presidents and first ladies, government officials, foreign dignitaries and friends: Jeb, Neil, Marvin, Doro and I, and our families, thank you all for being here.
I once heard it said of man that "The idea is to die young as late as possible." 
At age 85, a favorite pastime of George H.W. Bush was firing up his boat, the Fidelity, and opening up the three-300 horsepower engines to fly -- joyfully fly -- across the Atlantic, with Secret Service boats straining to keep up.
At 90, George H.W. Bush parachuted out of an aircraft and landed on the grounds of St. Ann's by the Sea in Kennebunkport, Maine -- the church where his mom was married and where he'd worshipped often. Mother liked to say he chose the location just in case the chute didn't open. 
    In his 90s, he took great delight when his closest pal, James A. Baker, smuggled a bottle of Grey Goose vodka into his hospital room. Apparently, it paired well with the steak Baker had delivered from Morton's. 
    To his very last days, Dad's life was instructive. As he aged, he taught us how to grow old with dignity, humor and kindness -- and, when the good Lord finally called, how to meet him with courage and with joy in the promise of what lies ahead.
    One reason Dad knew how to die young is that he almost did it -- twice. When he was a teenager, a staph infection nearly took his life. A few years later he was alone in the Pacific on a life raft, praying that his rescuers would find him before the enemy did.
    God answered those prayers. It turned out he had other plans for George H.W. Bush. For Dad's part, I think those brushes with death made him cherish the gift of life. And he vowed to live every day to the fullest.
    Former President George W. Bush follows a military honor guard carrying the flag-draped casket of his father, former President George H.W. Bush, after the state funeral in the Washington National Cathedral in Washington, December 5, 2018. REUTERS/Jim Young A
    Dad was always busy -- a man in constant motion -- but never too busy to share his love of life with those around him. He taught us to love the outdoors. He loved watching dogs flush a covey. He loved landing the elusive striper. And once confined to a wheelchair, he seemed happiest sitting in his favorite perch on the back porch at Walker's Point contemplating the majesty of the Atlantic. The horizons he saw were bright and hopeful. He was a genuinely optimistic man. And that optimism guided his children and made each of us believe that anything was possible.
    He continually broadened his horizons with daring decisions. He was a patriot. After high school, he put college on hold and became a Navy fighter pilot as World War II broke out. Like many of his generation, he never talked about his service until his time as a public figure forced his hand. We learned of the attack on Chichi Jima, the mission completed, the shoot-down. We learned of the death of his crewmates, whom he thought about throughout his entire life. And we learned of his rescue. 
    And then, another audacious decision: He moved his young family from the comforts of the East Coast to Odessa, Texas. He and Mom adjusted to their arid surroundings quickly. He was a tolerant man. After all, he was kind and neighborly to the women with whom he, Mom and I shared a bathroom in our small duplex -- even after he learned their profession -- ladies of the night.
    Dad could relate to people from all walks of life. He was an empathetic man. He valued character over pedigree. And he was no cynic. He looked for the good in each person -- and usually found it.
    Dad taught us that public service is noble and necessary; that one can serve with integrity and hold true to the important values, like faith and family. He strongly believed that it was important to give back to the community and country in which one lived. He recognized that serving others enriched the giver's soul. To us, his was the brightest of a thousand points of light.
    In victory, he shared credit. When he lost, he shouldered the blame. He accepted that failure is part of living a full life, but taught us never to be defined by failure. He showed us how setbacks can strengthen. 
    None of his disappointments could compare with one of life's greatest tragedies, the loss of a young child. Jeb and I were too young to remember the pain and agony he and Mom felt when our 3-year-old sister died. We only learned later that Dad, a man of quiet faith, prayed for her daily. He was sustained by the love of the Almighty and the real and enduring love of our mom. Dad always believed that one day he would hug his precious Robin again.
    Former President George W. Bush speaks at the State Funeral for his father, former President George H.W. Bush, at the National Cathedral, Wednesday, Dec. 5, 2018, in Washington. Alex Brandon/Pool via REUTERS
    He loved to laugh, especially at himself. He could tease and needle, but never out of malice. He placed great value on a good joke. That's why he chose Simpson to speak. On email, he had a circle of friends with whom he shared or received the latest jokes. His grading system for the quality of the joke was classic George Bush. The rare 7s and 8s were considered huge winners -- most of them off-color. 
    George Bush knew how to be a true and loyal friend. He honored and nurtured his many friendships with his generous and giving soul. There exist thousands of handwritten notes encouraging, or sympathizing, or thanking his friends and acquaintances. 
    He had an enormous capacity to give of himself. Many a person would tell you that Dad became a mentor and a father figure in their life. He listened and he consoled. He was their friend. I think of Don Rhodes, Taylor Blanton, Jim Nantz, Arnold Schwarzenegger and perhaps the unlikeliest of all, the man who defeated him, Bill Clinton. My siblings and I refer to the guys in this group as "brothers from other mothers." 
    He taught us that a day was not meant to be wasted. He played golf at a legendary pace. I always wondered why he insisted on speed golf. He was a good golfer. 
    Well, here's my conclusion: He played fast so that he could move on to the next event, to enjoy the rest of the day, to expend his enormous energy, to live it all. He was born with just two settings: full throttle, then sleep. 
    He taught us what it means to be a wonderful father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He was firm in his principles and supportive as we began to seek our own ways. He encouraged and comforted, but never steered. We tested his patience -- I know I did -- but he always responded with the great gift of unconditional love.
    Last Friday, when I was told he had minutes to live, I called him. The guy who answered the phone said, "I think he can hear you but hadn't said anything most of the day. I said, "Dad, I love you, and you've been a wonderful father." And the last words he would ever say on Earth were, "I love you, too."
    President George H.W. Bush arrives for the coin toss prior to Super Bowl 51 on February 5, 2017 in Houston. (Photo by Patrick Smith/Getty Images
    To us, he was close to perfect. But, not totally perfect. His short game was lousy. He wasn't exactly Fred Astaire on the dance floor. The man couldn't stomach vegetables, especially broccoli. And by the way, he passed these genetic defects along to us. 
    Finally, every day of his 73 years of marriage, Dad taught us all what it means to be a great husband. He married his sweetheart. He adored her. He laughed and cried with her. He was dedicated to her totally. 
    In his old age, Dad enjoyed watching police show reruns, volume on high, all the while holding Mom's hand. After Mom died, Dad was strong, but all he really wanted to do was to hold Mom's hand, again.
    Of course, Dad taught me another special lesson. He showed me what it means to be a President who serves with integrity, leads with courage and acts with love in his heart for the citizens of our country. When the history books are written, they will say that George H.W. Bush was a great President of the United States -- a diplomat of unmatched skill, a commander in chief of formidable accomplishment, and a gentleman who executed the duties of his office with dignity and honor. 
    In his inaugural address, the 41st President of the United States said this: "We cannot hope only to leave our children a bigger car, a bigger bank account. We must hope to give them a sense of what it means to be a loyal friend, a loving parent, a citizen who leaves his home, his neighborhood and town better than he found it. What do we want the men and women who work with us to say when we are no longer there? That we were more driven to succeed than anyone around us? Or that we stopped to ask if a sick child had gotten better, and stayed a moment there to trade a word of friendship?"
    Well, Dad -- we're going remember you for exactly that and so much more.
      And we're going to miss you. Your decency, sincerity, and kind soul will stay with us forever. So, through our tears, let us see the blessings of knowing and loving you -- a great and noble man, and the best father a son or daughter could have.
      And in our grief, let us smile knowing that Dad is hugging Robin and holding Mom's hand again.
      https://www.cnn.com/2018/12/05/politics/george-w-bush-eulogy-hw-bush-funeral/index.html




      Brian Mulroney의 아버지 Bush에 대한 추도 연설문











      Do you remember where you were, the summer you left your teenage years behind and turned 20?
      Well I was working as a laborer in my hometown in northern Quebec trying to make enough money to get back into law school. It was a tough job but I was safe and secure. And had the added benefit of my mother’s home cooking every night. On September 2nd. 1944, as we have just heard so eloquently from John, 20-year-old Lieutenant George Bush was preparing to attack Japanese war installations in the Pacific.
      He was part of a courageous generation of young Americans who led the charge against overwhelming odds in the historic and bloody battle for supremacy in the Pacific against the colossal military might of Imperial Japan.
      That’s what George Bush did. The summer he turned 20. Many men have different talents and skills, have served as president and many more will do so as the decades unfold bringing new strength and glory to these United States of America.


      And 50 or 100 years from now, as historians review the accomplishments and the context of all who have served as president, I believe it will be said that in the life of this country, the United States, which is in my judgment the greatest democratic republic that God has ever placed on the face of this earth, I believe it will be said that no occupant of the Oval Office was more courageous, more principled, and more honorable than George Herbert Walker Bush.
      George Bush was a man of high accomplishment. He also had a delightful sense of humor and was a lot of fun. At his first NATO meeting in Brussels as the new American president, he sat opposite me actually, that day. George was taking copious notes as the heads of government spoke. We were all limited in time. But You know it’s very flattering to have the president of United States take notes as you speak. And even someone as modest as me, threw in a few more adjectives here and there to extend the pleasure of the experience.



      After President Mitterrand, Prime Minister Thatcher and Chancellor Kohl had spoken, it was the turn of the prime minister of Iceland, who as President Bush continued to write, went on, and on, and on, and on, ending only when the secretary general of NATO firmly decreed a coffee break. George put down his pen walked over to me and said, “Brian I’ve just learned the fundamental principle of international affairs.” I said, ” What’s that, George?” He said, “the smaller the country the longer the speech.”
      In the second year of the Bush presidency responding to implacable pressures from the Reagan and Bush administrations the Soviet Union imploded. This was in my judgment the most epical event, political event of the 20th century. An ominous situation that could have become extremely menacing to world security.
      It was instead deftly challenged by the leadership of President Bush in the broad and powerful currents of freedom providing the Russian people with the opportunity to build an embryonic democracy in a country that had been ruled by tsars and tyrants for over a thousand years.


      And then as the Berlin Wall collapsed soon thereafter and calls for freedom cascaded across Central and Eastern Europe leaving dictators and dogma in the trash can of history. No challenge, no challenge assumed greater importance for Western solidarity than the unification of Germany within an unswerving NATO.
      But old fears in Western Europe and unrelenting hostility by the military establishment in the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact rendered this initiative among the most complex and sensitive ever undertaken. One serious misstep and this entire process could have been compromised, perhaps irretrievably. There is obviously no more knowledgeable or competent judge of what really happened at this most vital juncture of the 20th century than Chancellor Helmut Kohl of Germany.
      In a speech to a parliamentary commission of the Bundestag, Chancellor Kohl said categorically that this historic initiative of German reunification could never ever have succeeded without the brilliant leadership of President Bush.
      Much has been written about the first Gulf War. Simply put the Coalition of 29 disparate nations assembled under the aegis of the United Nations, including for the first time many influential Arab countries and led by the United States, will rank with the most spectacular and successful international initiatives ever undertaken in modern history, designed to punish an aggressor defend the cause of freedom and ensure order in a region that has seen too much of the opposite for far too long. This was President Bush’s initiative from beginning to end.


      President Bush was also responsible for the North American Free Trade Agreement recently modernized and improved by new administrations, which created the largest and richest free trade area in the history of the world, while also signing into law the Americans With Disabilities Act, which transformed the lives of millions and millions of Americans forever. President Bush’s decision to go forward with strong environmental legislation, including the Clean Air Act that resulted in the acid rain accord with Canada is a splendid gift to future generations of Americans and Canadians to savour in the air they breathe and the water they drink and the forests they enjoy and the lakes rivers and streams they cherish.
      There is a word for this. It’s called leadership. Leadership. Now let me tell you, that when George Bush was president of the United States of America, every single head of government in the world knew that they were dealing with a gentleman, a genuine leader, one who was distinguished, resolute and brave.
      I don’t keep a diary, but occasionally I write private notes after important personal or professional events. One occurred at Walker’s Point in Kennebunkport, Maine on September 2nd, 2001.
      Mila and I had been spending our traditional Labor Day weekend with George and Barbara. And towards the end he and I had a long private conversation. My notes capture the moment. I told George how I thought his mood had shifted over the last eight years from a series of frustrations and moments of despondency in 1993 to the high enthusiasm that I felt at the Houston launch of the presidential library. And George W’s election as governor in November of that year, to the delight following Jeb’s election in 1998, followed by their great pride and pleasure with George W’s election to the presidency. And perhaps most importantly to the serenity we found today in both Barbara and George. They are truly at peace with themselves, joyous in what they and the children have achieved, gratified by the goodness that God has bestowed upon them all, and genuinely content with the thrill and promise of each passing day.


      And at that, George with tears in his eyes as I spoke said, “You know Brian, you’ve got us pegged just right and the roller coaster of emotions we’ve experienced since 1992.”
      “Come with me.” He led me down the porch at Walker’s Point to the side of the house that fronts the ocean and pointed to a small simple plaque that had been unobtrusively installed just some days earlier.
      It read C-A-V-U.
      George said, “Brian this stands for Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited. When I was a terrified 18- to 19-year-old pilot in the Pacific those, those were the words we hoped to hear before takeoff. It meant perfect flying. And that’s the way I feel about our life today. C-A-V-U, everything is perfect. Bar [Barbara] and I could not have asked for better lives. We are truly happy, and truly at peace.”


      As I looked over the waters of Walker’s point on that cold September afternoon in Maine, I was reminded of a line simple and true, that speak to the real nature of George Bush and his love of his wonderful family and precious surroundings.
      There are wooden ships, there are sailing ships. There are ships that sail on the sea. But the best ships are friendships, and may they always be


      https://globalnews.ca/news/4731952/brian-mulroney-eulogy-george-h-w-bush/


      https://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/acid-rain-bush-climate-change-mulroney-1.4934402 

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