Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Freedom comes at a high price in our world today. This is something that I've known for my whole life as my parents never sheltered me away from the facts of life. I remember the first time that I really understood this as a young child. During Operation Desert Storm I had a classmate whose father had to deploy to a war stricken area of the world. I remember waiting for the news to come on each night and waiting to see if everyone of our men and women in service were ok and when my friends dad was going to get to come home. Needless to say he came home safely. And for many years I didn't think about war and violence. Sadly, along with the rest of our nation, War and Violence came bursting back into the forefront of my mind in a major way on September 11, 2001. Without a doubt this has continued to be a focus on a daily basis ever since.
On October 18, 2006 I met the man of my dreams. I met a man named Marty who was in the Army. He had been on two tours of duty to both Afghanistan and Iraq. Since we met Marty finished his duty to our country and we got married on our two year anniversary, October 18, 2008. Marty is the Rock in my life and has helped me learn what Freedom truly means.
On Monday this week, March 8, 2010 freedom jumped back into my mind. It was one of the first nice days of the year here in Michigan after a very cold winter. I was enjoying a nice walk/jog outside without a scarf, gloves, earmuffs, or a coat. The sun was shining and I was thanking God for the beautiful earth he created for us when I saw my first Robin of the year. I was so excited because here in the north that is like the first true sign of spring. As I was finishing up my jog. (week 3 of Couch to 5K) I came around a corner in my town and crossed in front of our local Credit Union. There in front of this establishment was a man that was obviously in the military at some point in his life and he was saluting the American Flag. I watched as he approached the flag pole and lowered the flag to half staff. I was reminded that I'd heard that day that our Governor had ordered this flag adjustment in memory/honor of a Fallen Soldier from Canton, Mi. I gave the man a smile and a nod which he returned. I felt sad for the soldier that died and his family, and I felt glad for people like that service man who takes his job so seriously. I breathed a really big breath of fresh air and looked around at all that was around me that I can experience, the freedom that I have at the cost of brave men and women like my husband, and some of those who didn't get lucky enough to come home. I again thanked God for everything I have. I also thought about the fact that I have my health. It hasn't been as good as it should have been because of my obesity. Now is my opportunity to take life by the horns, be healthy and enjoy every minute of freedom I've been granted.
This is the blog I was going to write, and didn't get around to writing on Monday. And it seems that there was a little divine guidance here. I was focusing on soldiers and their service overseas, and forgetting about another force that prevents my freedom from being stolen away from me and my community. Yesterday morning I woke up to a rocked community. Late Monday night 2 police in my very own city responded to a call less than 10 miles from our house. The officers confronted a man that was threatening a neighbor. The officers tried to get the situation under control within the man's house. The suspect then got angry and pulled out a gun and shot both officers. They both returned fire killing the suspect. One officer was shot in the leg, expected to make a full recovery. The other was shot in the arm pit (a vulnerable spot even with a bullet proof vest on) and was fatally wounded. The officer that passed away was only 26 years old. HE WAS MY AGE!!! I was hit with a pan in the face (emotionally of course) when the newscaster said this!!! Then they said that no officer from our city had died since 1978. That was before this officer or I was even born! It made me realize that the police and public safety officers in each of our communities are fighting each day for our Freedom too, and I say thank you to God for these people who give there lives on a daily basis so I can breath fresh air, pray to the God I know and love, and enjoy life.
I want to say THANK YOU today to my husband, and then men and women of the USA for all that you do and to your families, and the families of those who didn't and won't get to come home. I am forever grateful and indebted to you. Thank You, God Bless you and I love you all. I will continue to get healthy so I can enjoy the freedom you've continued to to give me on a daily basis.