I know this guy. He’s one of the good ones.
He’s a typical guy. Motorcycles. Sports.
We’re related. Have been for years. Although, I haven’t seen him in a long time. Too long.
He’s older. Stronger. And what he does, offers me security. It offers all of us the safety net we so often take for granted.
He’s a soldier. Strong and brave.
He’s a solder. Tough and caring.
We’re family. He was at those wonderful family Christmases in Grandma’s northern Minnesota house. The coldest ones that made me feel warm and fuzzy. He felt them too. He ate the same Christmas cookies. Colored in the same coloring books. Sat on the same couch. He knew her love. He knows our family’s love.
And every day, he sacrifices for our family. For me. So that I can write on this blog. So that I can complain about my life. So that I could take the picture of the flag he fights under. The flag that offers him hope.
His family? Wife and kid. They sacrifice too. They let him go. They let him serve.
I sometimes forget. What he does and who he is.
Shame on me. Shame on us.
How dare we forget.
Today is not one of those calendar days. Not a national holiday. But it’s the day I’m going to remember his sacrifice for my security.
He’s leaving soon. To go back to that place. The fourth time over there. He’s quite the pro. Quite the specialist.
And this time will be different for him. Harder. Scarier. So, I’ve decided this time will be different for me. I’ll pray more. Care more.
Because of his sacrifice. I have my security.
I ask. You answer.
- This is not a political stand. But it is a stand. To remember the people who save our lives on a daily basis. Who is that person in your life?
- We’re rather spoiled. We take things for granted. What do you take for granted?
- Who can you thank and support? Who needs your prayers?