Thanks…

It's a good thing to remind oneself sometimes, what exactly it is they are blessed with.  For me, even tho I live thousands of miles from my family and friends, the sun shines on my face nearly 350 days per year. That's a gift, it's a good thing, and it's free. (And it's also called "finding the good within the not-so-good.) And speaking of family, my daughter.  She has brightened my life and filled me with pride and joy in more ways than I can enumerate.  My husband, who makes me laugh at least once every day.  These things are also gifts, and it's good to be gifted!  So for all of that, thanks.

And, to all the men and women who travel to far away, dangerous places to secure our freedom, thank you.  They leave their families behind, put on a uniform every morning, same as many of us do on a daily basis. But they risk their lives every day, and don't have the comfort of home and family to sustain them at night.  They are a gift, and they gift us every day by protecting our freedoms, and by trying to bring this gift to less fortunate people around the world.  Some may say this is just too much to ask.  But I guess the majority of those who serve don't feel that way.

In doing their "job", they sometimes make the ultimate sacrifice, and try as I might, there really are no "big enough" words to thank them for that.  So instead, I quietly, respectfully salute them.

The Freedom Tower

1 World Trade Center