He was found on the side of the road, a hit and run. He brain was severely damaged, and his organs were shutting down. I had that feeling like I needed to go and check on him. He was taking his last breaths. I held his hand and rubbed his shoulder. The man whom we never knew his name, nor ever found his family, died this morning with only me to say goodbye.
The 19 year old marine has a smile on his face because he was alive. He lost his foot, but by God, he was celebrating victory. I could not understand how this soldier could be so realistic yet optimistic about his journey ahead. That soldier was an inspiration to me today.
I am glad there was some positivity in the midst of all the tragedy. At least there was something to celebrate about :-) It doesn't make the hard stuff any easier but it shows a light at the end of a dark gray tunnel.
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