Whether you're for or against our military involvements overseas . . . you have to feel for the soldiers and their families who are conducting themselves through it all the best they can.
I, quite frankly, can't imagine myself in their shoes. Whether being a soldier halfway across the world conducting these dangerous missions, or whether being a family-member of a solider, living without that loved one day in and day out, I just can't imagine being in their position.
Our soldiers are not involved in the political debates. They're just waking up everyday and doing an awfully tough job, likely for much less pay than you or I receive everyday. My hat is off to all of them.
It does make me feel like my personal struggles with cancer are small struggles considering what others in this world are doing and involved in.
What will it take for our world to realize that we are all brothers and sisters? No matter what your culture, your background, your beliefs, is it truly that difficult to simply look around and realize that are all of the same origin? Is it really that difficult to realize that we are all in this together?
Sometimes the simplest concepts seem to be the most elusive.
Barb is reminding me that it's time for our morning walk (man she's tough! lol). So as I work hard to take those steps around the block, get the well-needed healing exercise I need, I'll think of all those around the world who are working even harder than me, in worse conditions than I have, and they'll motivate me through each tough step.
If they can do it, so can I.
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