Two people who couldn't be further apart taught me a university course worth of things yesterday.
The first was a 300#, bob-haired she-male of a woman who couldn't be dissuaded from her "liberated" narcissism even by the kisses and hugs of her 2-year-old son, which she barely acknowledged with anything other than looks of disgust and embarrassed sighs. The second was an aging Vietnam Veteran, recently returned from his "family" reunion with the 101st Airborne in Virginia, who held the moon for a woman half his age. Such a contrast, and all within a few blocks; a few hours' time.
One went to hell and back for his country and his home, and that not by choice. As Galt-in-Da-Box has said before elsewhere and in a much different context, "Freedom is not free, but sometimes the price is too high." The other became a mother before she learned the most valuable lesson of life; that who you are, how you feel and look are not as important as what you leave behind. There are sermons we see everyday in life...
How closely are we listening?
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