Freedoms. Do you take them for granted?
My freedom to vote, to voice my opinion, to wear what I want, work where I want, read what I want, attend church where I want; all are freedoms that we as Americans enjoy. If I am being honest with you and with myself, I know I take them for granted at times, but catch myself and work that much harder not to.
People and circumstances often remind me that our freedoms were, and are so hard fought for. To take any of those freedoms for granted is an insult to every person who has honorably served our country.
I look back over the past 18 years and am simply amazed at the amount of support and caring our local communities have for our veterans and those currently deployed. I say 18 years as that is how long I have been involved in Project Support Our Troops and most recently, co-founded Embracing Our Veterans. The bulk of my spare time is spent helping veterans and their families or thinking of additional ways to be able to help those in need.
This journey has been a humbling one. The people I have met and become friends with, and many I now consider family, are the bedrock that our communities stand upon. So many veterans, so many stories, so many needs. Each veteran a history book unto themselves.
It would be a grave injustice for any of us to not honor and/or thank our veterans for their service and sacrifice.
Oh, if you could hear the stories I have been humbled by! History has been shared with me of horrific tragedy, fear, frustration; gut wrenching sadness, as well as those times of silliness and joy; the building of a brotherhood and sisterhood that never fades. You too may carry some of those stories. That part of you that is now a weight, be it a hard one to bear or one that lessens with time. You are a part of the history.
I have been honored and humbled to speak with and interview WWII, Korean, Vietnam, Iraqi Freedom, Operation Enduring Freedom and so many other era veterans. I?ve talked with cooks, Special Forces, pilots and ?grunts? to Navy Seals. Each and every person providing their best to the area they served in, all spokes in the wheel. The history shared has left me sleepless, upset, filled with righteous anger, humbled and so very proud.
There are times, when patiently listening to a story unfold, I know I am willingly taking upon my shoulders the burden of another. If my doing that has been able to help someone, then that burden is worth it. I am no counselor, I am just someone who cares and is willing to listen.
I am certainly not alone in this, as there are countless other veterans and family members who do the same, each and every day.
Most veterans I know will put themselves out there to help a brother or sister, with their own pasts clinging to them, to carry a weight not their own for those who may be struggling or in need of a friend.
There is a great song many of you may know by the Hollies entitled; He Aint Heavy, He?s My Brother.
?The road is long, with many a winding turn.
That leads us to who knows where?who knows where.
But I?m strong
Strong enough to carry him.
He aint heavy, he?s my brother.
So on we go, his welfare is my concern.
No burden is he,
to bear, we?ll get there.
For I know, he would not encumber me
He aint heavy, he?s my brother.?
For the journey that each veteran has traveled, I thank you. For the countless sacrifices and hidden scars you may carry, I thank you and I pray that the remainder of your journey is a peaceful one.
May God bless America and all who have fought and served to protect her.