Yesterday, after dropping Michael off at the VA Hospital for a procedure. I attempted to make a mad dash out of the hospital to get some errands run while he was waiting for his procedure to begin.
I didn't get out of the parking lot in a hurry, and ordinarily this would have bothered me. This time, it didn't.
Walking right down the middle of the aisle, about 25 feet in front of me was a WWII Veteran. Instead of getting irritated and honking my horn, I watched him walk. He had a limp, either from a wound received in combat or a life well lived, I'll never know. I watched him look for his car, and I almost started to get impatient. Then I watched him do something amazing.
Each time a Veteran walked past him he would stop and salute. The younger Veteran would return the salute and both men would continue walking. He stopped four times to pay honor to his fellow comrades; by the time he found his car and I went on my way, I was in tears.
I started to wonder how many of us have stopped to say, "Thank You!" How many of us take the time to honor our Veterans, or to remember their sacrifice.
I certainly don't do it enough, and there is no shortage of Veterans in my life.
I started when I picked Michael up from the hospital yesterday afternoon.
I gave him a big hug, a kiss, and a "Thank you!"
you brought tears to my eyes.. thank you for this reminder :) and thank you o your husband for what he did for us.
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