Today I went and had a procedure called Vitamin Infusion, it is where they put an IV in your arm and then push through a ton of vitamins, in hopes to strengthen my exhausted immune system; that doesn't seem to want to fight any more. My blood pressure was low ( which is usually the case for me ) when I came in and so he said I might be a little light headed afterwards. I did feel light headed and just sat for awhile, and then had to get some water in me, pay the bill and prayed that I would get home safely. I know you are probably thinking I shouldn't have been driving today, why didn't you call me? You would be right... but I didn't think of planning a ride in advance and told Jeff I would be fine the night before. So I just came home and went to bed, hoping when I woke up I would feel incredible ( ok, at least a little bit better) and would fill the next few hours (till Jeff came home)...with something___________? Can't even think of that. Maybe the results will come tomorrow or the next day, he said that the effects are different on everyone. So I am praying tomorrow will be a better day.
Loved this letter from Jason Wright to a soldier. It made me stop and think about something else other than my problems...that is a much healthier place to be.
Good night dear friends
Letter to a soldier on
an Alaskan Airlines flight from Washington, D.C. to Seattle
on Feb. 9, in the cold, black and blue hours of a winter Sunday, I said
first saw you in your camouflage fatigues patiently waiting in the airport
spotted you later shuffling around the gate with a wide smile on your face
waiting to board the six-hour, non-stop flight from Ronald Reagan Washington
National Airport to Seattle-Tacoma International.
watched a hurried woman stop and thank you for your service. You were so kind,
so gracious, so humble.
Still, I said nothing.
don’t know your name, where you were coming from, or if Seattle was even your
final destination. I could have asked all of those things.
importantly, I could have thanked you for serving our country.
certainly launched those conversations before. When it’s been convenient, I’ve
stopped other service members in airports, restaurants and gas stations around
the country. Like so many others, I’ve paid for meals when they were behind me
in line or tucked into the neighboring booth.
morning I was too tired, too grouchy and too annoyed at my nasty head cold.
Don’t you understand I’d been up since 4 a.m. and already driven 90 miles to
saw you again when you boarded, but I was far too busy bemoaning my minuscule
middle seat and complaining about our high-row number. I told my seat mates
that we were so far back on the plane, our arrival time was 15 minutes later
than those in first class.
I settled in and allowed my mind to wander up to your row. Where were were you
stationed? How long had you been in the military? Were you going home for good,
or only for a few short days that pass too fast?
would be waiting for you on the other end? A beautiful bride who can barely
catch her breath at the thought of seeing you descend the escalator? Young
children with crayon and construction paper signs? A mother and father who will
whisper prayers in your ear as they wrap their grateful arms around you?
could have asked those things, too, but I was preoccupied with missing my own
family already and we weren’t even airborne. Soldier, sometimes I’m gone for a
day or two, maybe six or seven. Did you know I’ve even had a few trips run two
full weeks? After grueling school assemblies and exhausting book signings, I
absolutely ache to return home to my loved ones.
days away from my family! In a row! I bet you can’t even imagine that, can you,
wonder where your service has taken you. What have you witnessed as you’ve
sacrificed so much to protect and defend America and her allies? Have you been
sitting at a small, metal desk in some green zone? Or are you a member of a
special operations unit where losing your life is a real possibility every day
you punch in?
it doesn’t matter.
believe the uniform doesn’t care where you’re serving and what your specific
assignment is, it only cares that you’re wearing it. Honor doesn’t come from
any particular type of service — it comes from the service itself.
I wish I’d told you that, too.
I blew my nose and felt sorry for myself and the work piling up back home. I’ve
got too many projects, too many columns, too many Facebook posts to manage and
an eternity of emails to sort. Working for myself presents so much
unpredictability, anxiety and stress.
a drag, right?
for you and your colleagues in uniform? All you do is strap on a vest and hope
that routine desert patrol isn’t your last.
if I could have those moments back, I would shake your hand and thank you on
behalf of everyone who feels more safe and secure because you’re doing work
that many of us would not be courageous enough to do.
would promise you that never again would I find myself so caught up in my own
selfish discomfort to let you pass by. And I would suggest that if servicemen
and women can do what they do, I can certainly do what I do.
would say thank you for bravely going to work when you have a head cold and
when life puts you in the middle seat.
I would say, “Thank you.”
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