Today is our friend Jorge's birthday...he being the first soldier we helped and the inadvertent spark which put me on another road to travel. You can read about him here. It still amazes me that a 17 year old boy in Puerto Rico believed that serving in the U.S. military was one of the highest honors he could obtain! And he went in spite of his Mama's pleas not to. Although he could've retired this summer, Jorge re-enlisted in order to help other soldiers who've been through the same place he's been...ready to help them come out on the other side. Back to what we consider "boringly normal".
Luckily for those soldiers, not only is Jorge patient and kind, he bears no malice for what his Country asked of him. Or that they asked him to perform that service six times. And be wounded each time. He has somehow learned to overcome the fact that, for a long time, the military looked the other way, pretending conditions like PTSD didn't exist. Ignoring the fact that not all wounds come with visible scars. No, Jorge seems to be stronger for having faced his fears...and deciding fear didn't get to win. Or rule his life.
So today, rather than be irate (and it's been one of those days at work!), I will concentrate on how lucky we are to have crossed paths.
Can't wait to see what's down the road...for all of us!