A SOLDIERS DAUGHTER
Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest act’s of patriotism I have ever seen.

Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo’s, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.

When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and
cheered for it hit me. I’m not alone. I’m not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said “hi,” the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn’t look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her
daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.

The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much
her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.

When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, “I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.” He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying “your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.”

The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause.

As I stood there applauding and looked around, their were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.

We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it’s good to be an American.

Red Friday Just keeping you “in the loop” so you’ll know what’s going on in case this takes off. RED FRIDAYS —– Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the “silent majority”. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red.

By word of mouth, press, TV — let’s make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once “silent” majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked “What can we do to make things better for you?” is…We need your support and your prayers.

Let’s get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.

IT IS YOUR CHOICE. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE.

THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED—- SO WEAR RED! — MAY GOD HELP AMERICA TO BECOME ONE NATION, UNDER GOD.

I’ve also hit a deer. It bothers you for a long time.

Get off on other things and you’ll be fine.

Listen, I am not a cat person and probably the last thing I ever thought I would do is post a cat-related YouTube on this blog. That having been said, this video amuses me to no end and all it…

Funny how with all the shite going on in the world right now that we can have such a rotten experience get so much in our face. Death sucks, be it a child, a grownup, a favorite actor, (cheap joke coming, be ready) a not-so-mindless animal… well, in light of that LA Times ad from Nicole Kidman et al, maybe not so mindless after all.

The few times it’s happened to me, I’ve tried to pretend that it didn’t happen at all. Now that you’ve posted it for all the world to see, scratch option 1. The only other thing that’s worked for me is truly believing that this creature of God was needed home far more than the ridiculously dangerous existence it was leading.

As the proud custodian of 3 of the coolest cats you could ever come across (who NEVER, EVER go outside,) and having raised and loved 8 before them, the only other thing I can say is that you didn’t set out to do this, and neither did the cat.

It is what it is. The rest of us 2-footers need you to mourn, recover, recuperate and (puh-leeze excuse the expression,) move on.

Kitty-lovers everywhere will understand and support your grieving, but if you’re as tough as we’ve been led to believe, you’ll be fine.

As a former long-time USAF 1st Sgt, much love, Kiddo. Get well, and get back on the horse.

Go visit your beautiful kitty and hug the stuffin’ out of her while you your eyes out.

You’ll feel better and tomorrow will be a brighter day.

Jack.

What Karl and NC said……and sometimes dwelling on *IT* serves the wrong purposes. Sometimes we have to work through it. Sometimes *IT* is a distraction that prevents you from doing something that needs doing, sometimes. EVERY. SO. OFTEN.