The other day I was on my morning jog along the downtown San Diego marina. It was a beautiful day. Lots of people walking around. I always feel so lucky because most of the people I see are visiting from other areas. San Diego’s a big vacation destination for people around the country and around the world. I hear lots of different accents and languages.
I began to see lots of young men and women running toward me with bright yellow t-shirts with a dark blue “NAVY” emblem across their chests. They were cheerful as they passed me. I began to think about where home might be for them. If they’d been to Iraq or Afghanistan. How old they were, etc. As they passed, I raised my hand, smiled and hollered, “Thanks for your service to our country.” Each time I thanked them I received smiles, thumbs up, and the like.
On my third “thank you” I suddenly began to cry. Sadness snuck in with my extreme gratitude for them. They were away from their families. They had likely been to war or will be going. I jogged and sobbed for another couple minutes. My heart felt happy for having acknowledged these brave young men and women. I hope I never pass up an opportunity to tell someone how much I appreciate them.
God bless us.