This story was written for the management of my condo, a 17 floor
highrise, where violations were taking place on a daily basis. I
contacted the Fire Marshal office and we presented these issues to the
management in order to control the problem of items left overnight in
hallways during COVID months. April 2020
It was a balmy November 1991, early evening, and close to
Thanksgiving. Everyone was home relaxing, thinking about the coming
holiday. All of a sudden the fire alarm went off. So often that
happens, you look out the door, there is nothing. This was NOT one of
those times. The air outside my door near the end of the hallway was
pitch black. I mean black, you could not see your nose.It was
frightening. I grabbed my wallet, keys, and locked the door.
Thankfully I knew the fire door was the door next to mine because you
could not see any doors, any walls, anything at all. Just thick black
smoke. Down the fire stairwell everyone went, exiting the front of the
building. For those who did not live next to the fire stairs, it was
much more scary. Feeling your way...Imagine if there were items on the
floor that would hamper your safe exit from the building. Items that
would cause you to trip, items that could be combustible as you feel
your way down the wall to the nearest exit.
The first started in a unit down the hall from be, 2nd unit on the right
from the center. I can tell you it was horrible. That unit and the
one above it and below were totally obliterated. Many of us walked
around the back of the building to see the flames shooting up to the
unit above, and the water damage was horrendous. The smoke was all
over the eighth floor, and above. Our entire floor and the one above
and below were a disaster. Photos of that fire in the rear of the
building hang on the walls of the Chevy Chase Fire Department.
They allowed us in only long enough to take some items with us but we
were not allowed to stay here for three weeks. The Red Cross found
everyone a place to live. I lived at the Pooks Hill Marriott for three
weeks. The doors on our floor were severely damaged because they axe
them to make sure no one is trapped. Due to the asbestos in the
hallways, they were sealed and we were allowed in once every week to
collect items we needed. Most people had insurance, some did not.
My point in sharing this story is, with items being left in the hallways
for fear of contamination, there are hazards. Perhaps a fire safety
letter/memo should be distributed to each resident. That was done many
years ago, but not for years. Reminders to know where the exits are,
firewalls, stairwells. And reminders that items cannot remain on the
floors in the hallways. All I can imagine is if such a fire happened
again, and people were tripping on items in the halls as they felt their
way to find an exit, it would be terrible.
Just my thoughts, as I see items every day as I walk the hallways. For
example, one unit has had large empty water cooler bottles outside their
door since the weekend and they are flammable and would cause a problem
should there be a fire. Of course I pray we never have another fire as
bad
as that one. There was another fire on this floor above the office
several
years ago. That one was white smoke and did not cause as much damage,
as it was more localized, but the water damage was severe nonetheless,
to
every floor below.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Thursday, November 5, 2015
A NEW SEASON
Written for the November 2015 issue of the Chevy Chase Women's Republican Club newsletter
A NEW SEASON by Susan Warren, Chaplain
Glorious are the changes of the seasons, especially autumn. The green of summer transforms into shades of yellow, orange and red, welcoming the coming fall. The foliage becomes a flaming display of God's handiwork, breathtaking in it's brilliance. We let go of the leisurely days of summer and replace them with the stress that accompanies the coming holiday season
.
A NEW SEASON by Susan Warren, Chaplain
Glorious are the changes of the seasons, especially autumn. The green of summer transforms into shades of yellow, orange and red, welcoming the coming fall. The foliage becomes a flaming display of God's handiwork, breathtaking in it's brilliance. We let go of the leisurely days of summer and replace them with the stress that accompanies the coming holiday season
.
We don't have to let that happen! There is peace in nature and it's
everywhere, just look out the window. There is serenity in our
surroundings, we just have to take the time to be aware. We can focus on
these gifts our Lord has given us because otherwise it is easy to
become overwhelmed with the demands of the holidays. Thanksgiving and
Christmas should be filled with joy, but so often we don't allow
ourselves to experience that joy.
Fall is family time, filled with football and shopping. Thanksgiving brings families together to celebrate a bountiful meal and catch up on busy lives. Generations are seated around the table with the opportunity to give thanks for all that God has bestowed on us. We must not forgot to praise those who spent countless hours, even days, preparing our sumptuous meals, and not take them for granted. Hard work, pride and love go into creating such a feast because the preparer knows the delight it brings to everyone. This is one special meal that builds memories that will be cherished forever.
Thanksgiving is a perfect time to reflect on how God has been working in our lives and to thank Him for all He has provided each and every day throughout the year. He has walked alongside us through our peaks and valleys and He will always be there for us. All He desires is that we acknowledge His presence
.
As our club chaplain, I pray that each of you will be filled with His love throughout the holiday season, and surrounded by the love and friendship of friends and family. May you enjoy a safe and blessed holiday.
Fall is family time, filled with football and shopping. Thanksgiving brings families together to celebrate a bountiful meal and catch up on busy lives. Generations are seated around the table with the opportunity to give thanks for all that God has bestowed on us. We must not forgot to praise those who spent countless hours, even days, preparing our sumptuous meals, and not take them for granted. Hard work, pride and love go into creating such a feast because the preparer knows the delight it brings to everyone. This is one special meal that builds memories that will be cherished forever.
Thanksgiving is a perfect time to reflect on how God has been working in our lives and to thank Him for all He has provided each and every day throughout the year. He has walked alongside us through our peaks and valleys and He will always be there for us. All He desires is that we acknowledge His presence
.
As our club chaplain, I pray that each of you will be filled with His love throughout the holiday season, and surrounded by the love and friendship of friends and family. May you enjoy a safe and blessed holiday.
Monday, June 8, 2015
WOMEN'S REPUBLICAN CLUB HONORS OUR MILITARY CAREGIVERS by Susan Warren
This was our fifth year hosting such a meaningful spring luncheon, with Carol Bowis, Caring for America, in the lead. As the liaison for our club and the caregivers, it has been my honor to coordinate the invitations to our treasured guests.
Our annual club luncheon to honor the caregivers from Walter Reed and Ft. Belvoir was a grand success. Despite a cold rainy misty day nothing could dampen anyone's spirits. Even our bagpiper Dan Friz willingly stood in the front yard to play for our guests as they disembarked a bus provided by the Yellow Ribbon Fund. All of our members were cheering and welcoming the ladies as they entered the house.
Planned as a garden party at the home of Jayne Plank, we were forced indoors, but soon realized this was an unexpected blessing. Rather than have 14 caregivers and 30 club members scattered around the garden everyone was comfortably seated in one of three spacious rooms, making the entire luncheon far more intimate. As always, we opened in prayer, and then enjoyed a marvelous pot luck lunch. During this time the ladies were able to enjoy personal conversations, getting to know each other.
We were honored to have as our guest speaker Dava Guerin, coauthor of "Unbreakable Bonds...the Mighty Moms and Wounded Warriors of Walter Reed." In her book, she highlighted the stories of ten women, one of whom was our guest. Many of them have attended our luncheons in previous years. She has developed a keen understanding of the challenges these woman face daily and they appreciated having her with us to bridge the gap between civilians and the hospital life of the wounded and ill family members.
After her short message, we opened up the floor for our guests to introduce themselves, offering their names, where they hail from, and a short history of their loved one's injuries, their triumphs and tragedies here at the hospital. It was clear that for these caregivers to be together was an extraordinary time for them as well as for us. They rarely, if ever, have the opportunity to share their lives in an intimate setting such as this. There were tears and laughter, but they rely heavily on their sense of humor to see them through the daily regime of doctor appointments, meetings, and physical care for their loved ones.
Before our guests departed, we had some special gifts for them. The generosity of our club members and non-club members raised enough in donations so that each lady attending was given a $75 Target (their store of choice) gift card and $45 cash. Additionally, Jayne Plank gave each lady a $100 gift card to Under Armor.
The next day I received some loving 'thank you' messages from some of our guests and here are just a couple of them: From Jacqueline: "I know you all worked really hard to make everything come together. I was so thankful to you for allowing Patricia and I to come to the luncheon. It was a beautiful day for us despite the yucky weather. I loved talking to the sweet ladies from your group. They were so fun and encouraging. We had a rough month so this was just the uplifting I needed!" From Claudia: "Thank you for your hospitality, everything was wonderful, the food was delicious and the company was the best!"
As Carol Bowis quoted, "Freedom isn't free...we have these brave caregivers, and their soldiers they care for, to thank for their sacrifice. It was our privilege to thank them in person." There were many club members who worked very diligently and to them we give thanks.
This was our fifth year hosting such a meaningful spring luncheon, with Carol Bowis, Caring for America, in the lead. As the liaison for our club and the caregivers, it has been my honor to coordinate the invitations to our treasured guests.
Our annual club luncheon to honor the caregivers from Walter Reed and Ft. Belvoir was a grand success. Despite a cold rainy misty day nothing could dampen anyone's spirits. Even our bagpiper Dan Friz willingly stood in the front yard to play for our guests as they disembarked a bus provided by the Yellow Ribbon Fund. All of our members were cheering and welcoming the ladies as they entered the house.
Planned as a garden party at the home of Jayne Plank, we were forced indoors, but soon realized this was an unexpected blessing. Rather than have 14 caregivers and 30 club members scattered around the garden everyone was comfortably seated in one of three spacious rooms, making the entire luncheon far more intimate. As always, we opened in prayer, and then enjoyed a marvelous pot luck lunch. During this time the ladies were able to enjoy personal conversations, getting to know each other.
We were honored to have as our guest speaker Dava Guerin, coauthor of "Unbreakable Bonds...the Mighty Moms and Wounded Warriors of Walter Reed." In her book, she highlighted the stories of ten women, one of whom was our guest. Many of them have attended our luncheons in previous years. She has developed a keen understanding of the challenges these woman face daily and they appreciated having her with us to bridge the gap between civilians and the hospital life of the wounded and ill family members.
After her short message, we opened up the floor for our guests to introduce themselves, offering their names, where they hail from, and a short history of their loved one's injuries, their triumphs and tragedies here at the hospital. It was clear that for these caregivers to be together was an extraordinary time for them as well as for us. They rarely, if ever, have the opportunity to share their lives in an intimate setting such as this. There were tears and laughter, but they rely heavily on their sense of humor to see them through the daily regime of doctor appointments, meetings, and physical care for their loved ones.
Before our guests departed, we had some special gifts for them. The generosity of our club members and non-club members raised enough in donations so that each lady attending was given a $75 Target (their store of choice) gift card and $45 cash. Additionally, Jayne Plank gave each lady a $100 gift card to Under Armor.
The next day I received some loving 'thank you' messages from some of our guests and here are just a couple of them: From Jacqueline: "I know you all worked really hard to make everything come together. I was so thankful to you for allowing Patricia and I to come to the luncheon. It was a beautiful day for us despite the yucky weather. I loved talking to the sweet ladies from your group. They were so fun and encouraging. We had a rough month so this was just the uplifting I needed!" From Claudia: "Thank you for your hospitality, everything was wonderful, the food was delicious and the company was the best!"
As Carol Bowis quoted, "Freedom isn't free...we have these brave caregivers, and their soldiers they care for, to thank for their sacrifice. It was our privilege to thank them in person." There were many club members who worked very diligently and to them we give thanks.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
GOD LOVES LIFEGUARDS
GOD LOVES LIFEGUARDS by Susan Warren
It began with our new lifeguards at my condominium. This year we hired a new pool company that brings lifeguards to the US for the summer to guard some of the pools in this Maryland area as well as all over the country. The company offers summer jobs to dozens of Serbians. They are provided an apartment and bicycles to get around. Little did the residents of my highrise realize that we would be blessed with a young couple who would become like family.
Their names are Marko and Dragana (aka Gaga), a couple perfectly suited for each other. Not only are they the most professional guards we have ever had, but they are the most personable and the most engaging. However, the purpose of this article is not about how wonderfully they managed our pool all summer... this is about people connecting with people, a topic you know I love to share with my readers.
Marko has a degree in working with children who have disabilities at home in Serbia and Gaga is completing her college education. They are in their mid-twenties. Marko also loves to teach swimming to anyone who wants to learn, from children to senior citizens, with patience you rarely see in young people today. They are always smiling, always agreeable and always endearing.
Dozens of us wanted to get to know them better and to learn about their homeland. We loved to help them get around the city, show them the sights, take them out to eat, feed them while they were working (long days from 10:30am to 8pm six days a week). They learned to travel all over Washington, DC, mastering our public transportation system of buses and underground metro. They saw most of the sights on their days off, including the National Zoo, the Smithsonian museums, the Air and Space museum. They went on several shopping excursions from shopping malls to thrift shops.
The woman who teaches water aerobics offered them the completely furnished basement apartment in her home for half the cost of the apartment provided by the pool company. They could then take the metro and no longer have to bike all the way to and from work. The apartment was available for all but the last two weeks they would be here in the states. Another of our residents, with a two bedroom apartment, offered to take them in! Their living arrangements seemed to fall into place every time there was a need.
Marko hoped that when he initially came to the states he could extend his visa and remain here to work, which he was able to do. He wanted to learn to drive a semi tractor trailer, a profitable career for the next four years. His boss' best friend owns a trucking company which enabled Marko to stay with a guaranteed job. All of this required getting to Boston and again, there were new friends who helped to make that possible. Had it been anyone other than Marko I doubt all of this would have taken place.
Summer passed so quickly, just three short months and the pool closes for the season. It is mid September and we are planning a big farewell pool party with gifts to show our appreciation and love. In two weeks Gaga goes home and Marko goes to Boston. However, the question was, where would he live for eight weeks while he trained for his trucking license? I grew up in the suburbs of Boston, but left in '55, and none of my family is there any longer. Then an idea hit me! Most of you who have read my previous articles know that Walter Reed, its wounded warriors and their families have been a huge part of my life, and one of those families happens to be from Boston. The injured warrior healed, was medically discharged and retired from the Marine Corps earlier this year, remaining here in Maryland. His Mom, whom I befriended when they first arrived at Walter Reed three years ago, still lives in the city of Boston.
I rely on God for much of what I do, not as much as I should, but most of the time when He speaks to me, I listen. The Holy Spirit nudged me to call this Mom and inquire as to whether she might consider taking Marko in for eight weeks. She is from the Ukraine and he is from Serbia so I thought they would have a few things in common. She emphatically said "YES", that she would love to have Marko stay in her son's apartment in her home, and not only that, but rent free!!! At that moment I thanked and praised God and wept for joy!!! She told me that now she would have someone to cook for.....dishes that she rarely cooks since she lives alone. And to top that off, she lives very close to public transportation which he will have to rely on.
Marko and Gaga will visit this amazing Mom next week, get the details worked out, and then return here until Gaga goes home to Serbia. Then Marko starts his new life as a trucker, beginning with his training. We will pray for his safety on the roads and look forward to seeing him when he is in the area. Hopefully Gaga will be back next summer as our lifeguard and Marko will visit with all of us when he comes to see her. Of course, we will all be staying in touch with them via Facebook and email.
Let this be a reminder: there is nothing that happens by accident, there are no coincidences, it is all arranged by God. Every person who crosses our path is there by design, whether or not we understand the reason at the time. This summer it was truly remarkable to watch God working in so many lives. To witness the enormous outpouring of love for Marko and Gaga gave us all hope, that our fellow man is inherently good and kind. It will be a long winter and we will look forward to seeing our friends again next year.
It began with our new lifeguards at my condominium. This year we hired a new pool company that brings lifeguards to the US for the summer to guard some of the pools in this Maryland area as well as all over the country. The company offers summer jobs to dozens of Serbians. They are provided an apartment and bicycles to get around. Little did the residents of my highrise realize that we would be blessed with a young couple who would become like family.
Their names are Marko and Dragana (aka Gaga), a couple perfectly suited for each other. Not only are they the most professional guards we have ever had, but they are the most personable and the most engaging. However, the purpose of this article is not about how wonderfully they managed our pool all summer... this is about people connecting with people, a topic you know I love to share with my readers.
Marko has a degree in working with children who have disabilities at home in Serbia and Gaga is completing her college education. They are in their mid-twenties. Marko also loves to teach swimming to anyone who wants to learn, from children to senior citizens, with patience you rarely see in young people today. They are always smiling, always agreeable and always endearing.
Dozens of us wanted to get to know them better and to learn about their homeland. We loved to help them get around the city, show them the sights, take them out to eat, feed them while they were working (long days from 10:30am to 8pm six days a week). They learned to travel all over Washington, DC, mastering our public transportation system of buses and underground metro. They saw most of the sights on their days off, including the National Zoo, the Smithsonian museums, the Air and Space museum. They went on several shopping excursions from shopping malls to thrift shops.
The woman who teaches water aerobics offered them the completely furnished basement apartment in her home for half the cost of the apartment provided by the pool company. They could then take the metro and no longer have to bike all the way to and from work. The apartment was available for all but the last two weeks they would be here in the states. Another of our residents, with a two bedroom apartment, offered to take them in! Their living arrangements seemed to fall into place every time there was a need.
Marko hoped that when he initially came to the states he could extend his visa and remain here to work, which he was able to do. He wanted to learn to drive a semi tractor trailer, a profitable career for the next four years. His boss' best friend owns a trucking company which enabled Marko to stay with a guaranteed job. All of this required getting to Boston and again, there were new friends who helped to make that possible. Had it been anyone other than Marko I doubt all of this would have taken place.
Summer passed so quickly, just three short months and the pool closes for the season. It is mid September and we are planning a big farewell pool party with gifts to show our appreciation and love. In two weeks Gaga goes home and Marko goes to Boston. However, the question was, where would he live for eight weeks while he trained for his trucking license? I grew up in the suburbs of Boston, but left in '55, and none of my family is there any longer. Then an idea hit me! Most of you who have read my previous articles know that Walter Reed, its wounded warriors and their families have been a huge part of my life, and one of those families happens to be from Boston. The injured warrior healed, was medically discharged and retired from the Marine Corps earlier this year, remaining here in Maryland. His Mom, whom I befriended when they first arrived at Walter Reed three years ago, still lives in the city of Boston.
I rely on God for much of what I do, not as much as I should, but most of the time when He speaks to me, I listen. The Holy Spirit nudged me to call this Mom and inquire as to whether she might consider taking Marko in for eight weeks. She is from the Ukraine and he is from Serbia so I thought they would have a few things in common. She emphatically said "YES", that she would love to have Marko stay in her son's apartment in her home, and not only that, but rent free!!! At that moment I thanked and praised God and wept for joy!!! She told me that now she would have someone to cook for.....dishes that she rarely cooks since she lives alone. And to top that off, she lives very close to public transportation which he will have to rely on.
Marko and Gaga will visit this amazing Mom next week, get the details worked out, and then return here until Gaga goes home to Serbia. Then Marko starts his new life as a trucker, beginning with his training. We will pray for his safety on the roads and look forward to seeing him when he is in the area. Hopefully Gaga will be back next summer as our lifeguard and Marko will visit with all of us when he comes to see her. Of course, we will all be staying in touch with them via Facebook and email.
Let this be a reminder: there is nothing that happens by accident, there are no coincidences, it is all arranged by God. Every person who crosses our path is there by design, whether or not we understand the reason at the time. This summer it was truly remarkable to watch God working in so many lives. To witness the enormous outpouring of love for Marko and Gaga gave us all hope, that our fellow man is inherently good and kind. It will be a long winter and we will look forward to seeing our friends again next year.
Monday, July 7, 2014
EXTRAORDINARY SUPPORT FOR A WOUNDED WARRIOR
EXTRAORDINARY SUPPORT FOR A WOUNDED WARRIOR by Susan Warren
Last Thursday morning I had the opportunity to witness a number of generous non-profit organizations combining their efforts in their support of a severely wounded warrior, Sgt. Adam Keys, Army Airborne, who lost three limbs after being wounded in combat in Afghanistan three years ago. It was the ground breaking ceremony for Adam's future home on a beautiful wooded property near Annapolis, Maryland. It began with a beautifully sung rendition of the Star Spangled Banner which, of course, I teared up singing! You should know me by now!!! Storms were predicted the night before, but the Lord knew how special this morning was and He gave us clear blue skies.
Adam has been a patient at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center-Bethesda since he was injured, and has had a long roller coaster recovery. He has endured over one hundred surgeries and numerous setbacks, but he has been tenacious in his determination to return to a life with big plans for his future. His parents Julie and Steve have been by his side through his recovery, or taking turns when issues with home and family called one of them away. Adam's healing has been lengthy and tedious. After multiple surgeries that brought advancement and then complications that set him back..... through it all he has remained positive and caused everyone around him to do the same. His strength and courage affect all those who come in contact with him. To describe him as inspirational is an understatement. His personality and his sense of humor truly uplift all those who know or meet him. He is always smiling!
This event, as well as the land, the architects, the builders, the interior furnishings and everything else, will be donated by a multitude of patriotic sponsors, all pulled together by John O'Leary and Bob Saunders of Warrior Events, and the Stephen Sillers Tunnel to Towers Foundation/Building for America's Bravest. Stephen Sillers was a firefighter who ran into the towers on 9/11 and gave his life on that fateful day saving others. His family formed a foundation to show their support for those who are severely wounded while serving our country and also for firefighters injured on duty. The Gary Sinise Foundation/Lt. Dan Band organizes concert/fundraisers throughout the country to help raise the money needed to provide personally modified homes for those service men and women whose lives are forever altered by their injuries. They create homes that allow them their independence and sense of self. Sponsors include sports teams, architects, builders, designers, suppliers of appliances, furniture, paint......you name it........all donated to create an adapted home for their specific needs, that will make their lives 'normal.'
There were speakers representing the above-mentioned sponsors, each expressing how incredibly grateful they felt to be a part of this endeavor. Home Depot, for example, hires veterans and promises them a future with their company. Adam, using two canes to stand from his wheelchair to address the audience, recited the names of those soldiers/brothers with whom he served who did not return home...stressing that they are the true heroes, and he would always carry memories of them in his heart.
As the ceremony came to a close, the vocalist asked us to join her in singing "America the Beautiful" (again more tears), and then the skies darkened, the thunder clapped and the rains came! God's timing was perfect, once again. As several of us drove away to a nearby restaurant to continue celebrating Adam and his future home, I could not help but appreciate such a memorable gathering of Americans who deeply love their country and those who have sacrificed so much for our freedoms here at home. I look forward to seeing Adam's completed home, and I thank God for the multitudes of supporters/sponsors who are so willing to be a part of something much larger than themselves. Patriotism in not dead, not by a long shot!
Last Thursday morning I had the opportunity to witness a number of generous non-profit organizations combining their efforts in their support of a severely wounded warrior, Sgt. Adam Keys, Army Airborne, who lost three limbs after being wounded in combat in Afghanistan three years ago. It was the ground breaking ceremony for Adam's future home on a beautiful wooded property near Annapolis, Maryland. It began with a beautifully sung rendition of the Star Spangled Banner which, of course, I teared up singing! You should know me by now!!! Storms were predicted the night before, but the Lord knew how special this morning was and He gave us clear blue skies.
Adam has been a patient at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center-Bethesda since he was injured, and has had a long roller coaster recovery. He has endured over one hundred surgeries and numerous setbacks, but he has been tenacious in his determination to return to a life with big plans for his future. His parents Julie and Steve have been by his side through his recovery, or taking turns when issues with home and family called one of them away. Adam's healing has been lengthy and tedious. After multiple surgeries that brought advancement and then complications that set him back..... through it all he has remained positive and caused everyone around him to do the same. His strength and courage affect all those who come in contact with him. To describe him as inspirational is an understatement. His personality and his sense of humor truly uplift all those who know or meet him. He is always smiling!
This event, as well as the land, the architects, the builders, the interior furnishings and everything else, will be donated by a multitude of patriotic sponsors, all pulled together by John O'Leary and Bob Saunders of Warrior Events, and the Stephen Sillers Tunnel to Towers Foundation/Building for America's Bravest. Stephen Sillers was a firefighter who ran into the towers on 9/11 and gave his life on that fateful day saving others. His family formed a foundation to show their support for those who are severely wounded while serving our country and also for firefighters injured on duty. The Gary Sinise Foundation/Lt. Dan Band organizes concert/fundraisers throughout the country to help raise the money needed to provide personally modified homes for those service men and women whose lives are forever altered by their injuries. They create homes that allow them their independence and sense of self. Sponsors include sports teams, architects, builders, designers, suppliers of appliances, furniture, paint......you name it........all donated to create an adapted home for their specific needs, that will make their lives 'normal.'
There were speakers representing the above-mentioned sponsors, each expressing how incredibly grateful they felt to be a part of this endeavor. Home Depot, for example, hires veterans and promises them a future with their company. Adam, using two canes to stand from his wheelchair to address the audience, recited the names of those soldiers/brothers with whom he served who did not return home...stressing that they are the true heroes, and he would always carry memories of them in his heart.
As the ceremony came to a close, the vocalist asked us to join her in singing "America the Beautiful" (again more tears), and then the skies darkened, the thunder clapped and the rains came! God's timing was perfect, once again. As several of us drove away to a nearby restaurant to continue celebrating Adam and his future home, I could not help but appreciate such a memorable gathering of Americans who deeply love their country and those who have sacrificed so much for our freedoms here at home. I look forward to seeing Adam's completed home, and I thank God for the multitudes of supporters/sponsors who are so willing to be a part of something much larger than themselves. Patriotism in not dead, not by a long shot!
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
HONORING OUR WALTER REED CAREGIVERS
HONORING OUR WALTER REED CAREGIVERS
Over the last three years I have been blessed with the opportunity to assist in coordinating a luncheon for some of the ladies/caregivers from Walter Reed. Our Women's Republican Club sponsors a spring luncheon in a beautiful private home not far from the hospital. As many of you already know, over the years I have grown very close to many of these caregivers and their families, so I was honored to be responsible for invitations and transportation. I wanted to share with you this exceptional afternoon that took place last month.
As our guests arrived they were first greeted by the sound of a solo bagpiper, Dan Friz, a Montgomery County policeman who is a member of the MCFD Pipe and Drum. I have written in the past about the band entertaining at the cookouts I am involved with at the hospital. As the ladies approached the house there were warm welcomes from many of our club members, greeting them throughout the house and out to the backyard. Immediately there was a wonderful sense of camaraderie that was shared by our eighteen special guests and our sixty members and their friends. Threatening weather turned to intermittent sunshine and our hostess' beautiful home was once again the perfect venue for our gathering.
Our pot luck luncheon was a varied array of salads and desserts made by some of our members with love. With guests and members settling throughout the house and the backyard, it was an opportunity to give these ladies our undivided attention, to hear their personal stories, their journeys, the obstacles they have faced and the goals they have attained. Stories of their wounded loved ones, their lives turned upside down, their lives here at Walter Reed with their children, and all things related to the recovery process. This intimate time together is what makes our luncheon so special and the reason we want to open our arms and our hearts to the women who are the heroes behind the heroes.
After lunch we gathered in the living room to hear our guest speaker, Mary Jo Myers, wife of Gen. Richard Myers, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. You can imagine with that many people squeezed into one room it was crowded with ladies sitting on the floor, on the sofas and chairs and standing in a circle, but it was quite comfortable. Mary Jo clearly understands the plight of the military family, the setbacks, the challenges, and all that they go through as their lives continue to adapt to changes. What was so touching was that her compassion brought her to tears many times as she spoke. She truly has a heart for what they endure day after day and she captured our hearts from the start. We were very blessed to have her with us to share her knowledge and experience with military families.
Next we set aside time for any caregivers who might be willing to share their personal stories. First was Claudia Avila, wife of a soldier, whose husband suffered grave injuries in Iraq. She shared with us that her husband's medical team felt he would make a partial recovery, but that his brain damage would not improve. She knew in her heart that she would not accept that prognosis, and through her determination and advocacy, his recovery has been miraculous. Kelly Burke's message was about a family pulling together through unusual circumstances. First Kelly's husband was wounded and she became his caregiver. Not that long after, her son-in-law was also injured in combat. She requested a transfer for her family to be here on the east coast so that she could once again assist in the recovery process along with her daughter. As she said to me later, it was unusual to hear sniffles from the caregivers, but the emotions run deep when you hear these compelling accounts of resilience, courage and tenacity. Two or three of the guests attended our luncheon for the second or third time!! Their wounded have been here for close to three years!
Our club is an extremely generous one which enabled us to give each of our caregivers a gift of appreciation for all that they have sacrificed. Packaged in bright yellow envelopes we distributed them and then selected names from a basket for door prizes....more generous gifts.......gift cards to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, Underarmour, Target and more. Then it was time for the ladies to return on the bus provided them by the Yellow Ribbon Fund for the trip back to Walter Reed.
The event was without a doubt a wonderful success for all who attended. I thank God for opportunities like this one, and I believe everyone there felt the same. It is imperative that the civilian world understand the sacrifices these women make on a daily basis for their husbands, sons and families. For the caregivers it is our genuine interest and compassion that give them a sense of hope and comfort and on that day we could honestly say "Mission accomplished".
Over the last three years I have been blessed with the opportunity to assist in coordinating a luncheon for some of the ladies/caregivers from Walter Reed. Our Women's Republican Club sponsors a spring luncheon in a beautiful private home not far from the hospital. As many of you already know, over the years I have grown very close to many of these caregivers and their families, so I was honored to be responsible for invitations and transportation. I wanted to share with you this exceptional afternoon that took place last month.
As our guests arrived they were first greeted by the sound of a solo bagpiper, Dan Friz, a Montgomery County policeman who is a member of the MCFD Pipe and Drum. I have written in the past about the band entertaining at the cookouts I am involved with at the hospital. As the ladies approached the house there were warm welcomes from many of our club members, greeting them throughout the house and out to the backyard. Immediately there was a wonderful sense of camaraderie that was shared by our eighteen special guests and our sixty members and their friends. Threatening weather turned to intermittent sunshine and our hostess' beautiful home was once again the perfect venue for our gathering.
Our pot luck luncheon was a varied array of salads and desserts made by some of our members with love. With guests and members settling throughout the house and the backyard, it was an opportunity to give these ladies our undivided attention, to hear their personal stories, their journeys, the obstacles they have faced and the goals they have attained. Stories of their wounded loved ones, their lives turned upside down, their lives here at Walter Reed with their children, and all things related to the recovery process. This intimate time together is what makes our luncheon so special and the reason we want to open our arms and our hearts to the women who are the heroes behind the heroes.
After lunch we gathered in the living room to hear our guest speaker, Mary Jo Myers, wife of Gen. Richard Myers, former Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. You can imagine with that many people squeezed into one room it was crowded with ladies sitting on the floor, on the sofas and chairs and standing in a circle, but it was quite comfortable. Mary Jo clearly understands the plight of the military family, the setbacks, the challenges, and all that they go through as their lives continue to adapt to changes. What was so touching was that her compassion brought her to tears many times as she spoke. She truly has a heart for what they endure day after day and she captured our hearts from the start. We were very blessed to have her with us to share her knowledge and experience with military families.
Next we set aside time for any caregivers who might be willing to share their personal stories. First was Claudia Avila, wife of a soldier, whose husband suffered grave injuries in Iraq. She shared with us that her husband's medical team felt he would make a partial recovery, but that his brain damage would not improve. She knew in her heart that she would not accept that prognosis, and through her determination and advocacy, his recovery has been miraculous. Kelly Burke's message was about a family pulling together through unusual circumstances. First Kelly's husband was wounded and she became his caregiver. Not that long after, her son-in-law was also injured in combat. She requested a transfer for her family to be here on the east coast so that she could once again assist in the recovery process along with her daughter. As she said to me later, it was unusual to hear sniffles from the caregivers, but the emotions run deep when you hear these compelling accounts of resilience, courage and tenacity. Two or three of the guests attended our luncheon for the second or third time!! Their wounded have been here for close to three years!
Our club is an extremely generous one which enabled us to give each of our caregivers a gift of appreciation for all that they have sacrificed. Packaged in bright yellow envelopes we distributed them and then selected names from a basket for door prizes....more generous gifts.......gift cards to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, Underarmour, Target and more. Then it was time for the ladies to return on the bus provided them by the Yellow Ribbon Fund for the trip back to Walter Reed.
The event was without a doubt a wonderful success for all who attended. I thank God for opportunities like this one, and I believe everyone there felt the same. It is imperative that the civilian world understand the sacrifices these women make on a daily basis for their husbands, sons and families. For the caregivers it is our genuine interest and compassion that give them a sense of hope and comfort and on that day we could honestly say "Mission accomplished".
Monday, April 7, 2014
SUPPORTING AND HONORING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
SUPPORTING AND HONORING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
I am not a fancy person, to say the least and I prefer to be casual almost all the time. Rarely do I have formal events that I attend throughout the year (except for the Marine Corps birthday balls in November). This year has started off with two of them, one week apart, but two events which I was not willing to miss. These were special gatherings because they were all about our combat wounded and their families. After reading all my previous articles you know that is where my heart lies. These two evenings were so spectacular that I wanted to share them with you.
The first was the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society Ball. This organization provides funds and grants to the families of Marines and Sailors for education, home repairs, living expenses, bills, whatever is necessary in their time of need. Entering the hotel there was a bank of computers with Marines registering those who were planning to bid on an enormous array of items in a silent auction. All the items were on display, well over one hundred, from jewelry to vacations. After examining the auction items and perusing an exhibit of combat art by well known artists such as Rob Bates and Michael Faye, we proceeded to our table. There were eight hundred and thirty guests, from Four Star Generals to Admirals, lots of brass from the Marine Corps and the Navy. It was quite an impressive sight for a civilian like myself!
The opening to all military events is the ceremonial music, hymns from both branches, the Navy and the Marine Corps. The color guard always gives me chills and our National Anthem always makes me cry. I cannot get through them without tears flowing. There were moving opening remarks by Admiral Gortney, Commander, US Fleet Forces Command and Gen. James Amos, Commandant of the Marine Corps. Following their remarks was an outstanding performance of "Still in the Fight", sung by the composer, Lt Mike Corrado. I have to say it is one of my favorite songs of all time as well as the theme song of the DVD of the same title. Then we heard from our guests of honor, Cpl. Kyle Carpenter speaking about service and sacrifice (Cpl Carpenter will be receiving the Medal of Honor later this year), and Lt. Jason Redman, US Navy SEAL, retired. His message was incredibly moving. He spoke about his recovery, his determination and perseverance to push forward. His time at Walter Reed with other combat wounded influenced his decision to create a clothing line of adaptive clothing for those who now have prosthetic limbs, as well as raising money through his nonprofit Wounded Wear to support them and their families. To hear his passion for his mission really touched everyone's hearts. The applause when they concluded their messages was deafening. A standing ovation that lasted a good several minutes. That was the height of the evening. It was evident how appreciative everyone was of their service. The food was delicious too, I might add, but the highlight of the program was the speakers. I love seeing everyone in their formal attire. It certainly makes you feel like it was not an ordinary event, but a very special evening.
A week later I was honored to attend the Luke's Wings Annual Hero Gala. Luke's Wings provides airfare for our combat wounded and their families and friends to and from military hospitals throughout the US. They also do the same for elder veterans in hospice care. Their motto is "Flying Families, Lifting Spirits". The military is only able to provide 3 flights at the inception of the injury. With wounded warriors recovering at military medical centers for sometimes up to 4 years, it is up to the wounded or their loved ones to pay for travel. With airfare averaging around $500 a person, this can be one of the most expensive line items in a wounded warrior's recovery.
They had a raffle with some wonderful prizes, as well as local vendors who donated a portion of their sales to Luke's Wings. Their mistress of ceremonies was Shannon Bream of Fox News. They opened with a presentation ceremony to their corporate sponsor Lockheed Martin, and also to Lt Jason Redman, the Hero Award. It seems I run into Jason everywhere I go!! Our entertainment for the gala was the MusiCorps Wounded Warrior Band, who have played many times at award ceremonies for our veterans and our wounded. The band is comprised of combat wounded and is always inspirational.
After the opening ceremonies there was a very special video about a young warrior who lost his fight to cancer. It showed how closely the members of Luke's Wings become involved with those to whom they provide airfare. Luke's Wings consists of much more than what they are created to do. They become family to the families they serve. This one particular family whose wounded son developed and lost his battle with terminal cancer, wanted to share with everyone just how much Luke's Wings meant to them throughout their hospital experience and their time of grief. Everyone in the room was weeping. It was the most tender message and really pulled it all together for those who do not know Luke's Wings personally. I am blessed to know them and I witness them working tirelessly every single day to bring families and friends together.
Next was the live auction, and that was absolutely wonderful. Those bidding held up a large sign with their number in it. Signs were waving all over the ballroom. Bids kept rising, and donations were growing. It was so exciting to watch and feel the enthusiasm in the room!!! The spirit of the auction was contagious, as it should be, and the bids kept going higher. With the cost of an airline ticket so high, the auctioneer asked who would like to bid at least $350 toward a ticket and over twenty people waved their signs in the air. As the bidding slowed down it was time for the highlight of the night.....a fashion show with local and national designers, modeled by wounded warriors and their spouses and military members from Walter Reed. The applause was endless, the cheers went up for each of the models and then the dancing began. I am not much of a dancer, so with both of these events that was my time to depart.
Looking back on the two patriotic and uplifting evenings, I can reflect on our heroes and their families and all that they have sacrificed for all of us. Were it not for their selfless service to our country, we would not have the lives we cherish so dearly. To honor them is our gift, to lift them up and praise them is a privilege. I will always be grateful for the opportunities I have to attend an event that honors our distinguished service men and women.
Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society website: http://www.nmcrs.org/
Luke's Wings website: http://www.lukeswings.org/
I am not a fancy person, to say the least and I prefer to be casual almost all the time. Rarely do I have formal events that I attend throughout the year (except for the Marine Corps birthday balls in November). This year has started off with two of them, one week apart, but two events which I was not willing to miss. These were special gatherings because they were all about our combat wounded and their families. After reading all my previous articles you know that is where my heart lies. These two evenings were so spectacular that I wanted to share them with you.
The first was the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society Ball. This organization provides funds and grants to the families of Marines and Sailors for education, home repairs, living expenses, bills, whatever is necessary in their time of need. Entering the hotel there was a bank of computers with Marines registering those who were planning to bid on an enormous array of items in a silent auction. All the items were on display, well over one hundred, from jewelry to vacations. After examining the auction items and perusing an exhibit of combat art by well known artists such as Rob Bates and Michael Faye, we proceeded to our table. There were eight hundred and thirty guests, from Four Star Generals to Admirals, lots of brass from the Marine Corps and the Navy. It was quite an impressive sight for a civilian like myself!
The opening to all military events is the ceremonial music, hymns from both branches, the Navy and the Marine Corps. The color guard always gives me chills and our National Anthem always makes me cry. I cannot get through them without tears flowing. There were moving opening remarks by Admiral Gortney, Commander, US Fleet Forces Command and Gen. James Amos, Commandant of the Marine Corps. Following their remarks was an outstanding performance of "Still in the Fight", sung by the composer, Lt Mike Corrado. I have to say it is one of my favorite songs of all time as well as the theme song of the DVD of the same title. Then we heard from our guests of honor, Cpl. Kyle Carpenter speaking about service and sacrifice (Cpl Carpenter will be receiving the Medal of Honor later this year), and Lt. Jason Redman, US Navy SEAL, retired. His message was incredibly moving. He spoke about his recovery, his determination and perseverance to push forward. His time at Walter Reed with other combat wounded influenced his decision to create a clothing line of adaptive clothing for those who now have prosthetic limbs, as well as raising money through his nonprofit Wounded Wear to support them and their families. To hear his passion for his mission really touched everyone's hearts. The applause when they concluded their messages was deafening. A standing ovation that lasted a good several minutes. That was the height of the evening. It was evident how appreciative everyone was of their service. The food was delicious too, I might add, but the highlight of the program was the speakers. I love seeing everyone in their formal attire. It certainly makes you feel like it was not an ordinary event, but a very special evening.
A week later I was honored to attend the Luke's Wings Annual Hero Gala. Luke's Wings provides airfare for our combat wounded and their families and friends to and from military hospitals throughout the US. They also do the same for elder veterans in hospice care. Their motto is "Flying Families, Lifting Spirits". The military is only able to provide 3 flights at the inception of the injury. With wounded warriors recovering at military medical centers for sometimes up to 4 years, it is up to the wounded or their loved ones to pay for travel. With airfare averaging around $500 a person, this can be one of the most expensive line items in a wounded warrior's recovery.
They had a raffle with some wonderful prizes, as well as local vendors who donated a portion of their sales to Luke's Wings. Their mistress of ceremonies was Shannon Bream of Fox News. They opened with a presentation ceremony to their corporate sponsor Lockheed Martin, and also to Lt Jason Redman, the Hero Award. It seems I run into Jason everywhere I go!! Our entertainment for the gala was the MusiCorps Wounded Warrior Band, who have played many times at award ceremonies for our veterans and our wounded. The band is comprised of combat wounded and is always inspirational.
After the opening ceremonies there was a very special video about a young warrior who lost his fight to cancer. It showed how closely the members of Luke's Wings become involved with those to whom they provide airfare. Luke's Wings consists of much more than what they are created to do. They become family to the families they serve. This one particular family whose wounded son developed and lost his battle with terminal cancer, wanted to share with everyone just how much Luke's Wings meant to them throughout their hospital experience and their time of grief. Everyone in the room was weeping. It was the most tender message and really pulled it all together for those who do not know Luke's Wings personally. I am blessed to know them and I witness them working tirelessly every single day to bring families and friends together.
Next was the live auction, and that was absolutely wonderful. Those bidding held up a large sign with their number in it. Signs were waving all over the ballroom. Bids kept rising, and donations were growing. It was so exciting to watch and feel the enthusiasm in the room!!! The spirit of the auction was contagious, as it should be, and the bids kept going higher. With the cost of an airline ticket so high, the auctioneer asked who would like to bid at least $350 toward a ticket and over twenty people waved their signs in the air. As the bidding slowed down it was time for the highlight of the night.....a fashion show with local and national designers, modeled by wounded warriors and their spouses and military members from Walter Reed. The applause was endless, the cheers went up for each of the models and then the dancing began. I am not much of a dancer, so with both of these events that was my time to depart.
Looking back on the two patriotic and uplifting evenings, I can reflect on our heroes and their families and all that they have sacrificed for all of us. Were it not for their selfless service to our country, we would not have the lives we cherish so dearly. To honor them is our gift, to lift them up and praise them is a privilege. I will always be grateful for the opportunities I have to attend an event that honors our distinguished service men and women.
Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society website: http://www.nmcrs.org/
Luke's Wings website: http://www.lukeswings.org/
Monday, March 3, 2014
A LITTLE KNOWN HERO
A LITTLE KNOWN HERO
This is the story of a career Marine who has had a pivotal impact on the Marine Corps, in particular the wounded warriors. Col. Tim Maxwell has had numerous articles written about his personal experience and how he turned it into a model for treating our wounded warriors. Unfortunately I have not had the honor of meeting Col. Maxwell; there were a couple of times we planned to meet but at the last minute unforeseen circumstances prevented our connecting.
Back in August 2004, while serving in Iraq, Col. Maxwell had been hit by a mortar round to his head and was severely injured and sustained a traumatic brain injury. His recovery took place here at Bethesda Naval Hospital (now Walter Reed) until he was discharged to return home to his wife and children in North Carolina. At that time Gen. James Amos (the current Commandant of the Marine Corps) asked Col. Maxwell, while recovering from his devastating injuries, if he would visit with other wounded Marines who were on base at Camp Lejeune or at local hospitals. Col. Maxwell's suggestion was that those injured Marines needed to be together during the healing process since they were accustomed to being part of a team in combat. He knew that for those wounded who were isolated, perhaps at home or in an empty barracks while their brothers were still at war, the downtime could be detrimental and they would benefit from living together.
Col. Maxwell had an idea......a barracks set aside as a residence for these recovering Marines....so they could encourage each other, support each other and just be there for each other. They could share their fears, their combat stories and help each other. Gen. Amos approved of the idea and let him run with it. He and a Gunny, who served with him in Iraq, were given an old barracks. They reached out to the local community and businesses for contributions and turned that old barracks into living quarters. They were assigned twenty wounded Marines with the mission of recovery for duty or transitioning to civilian life. The Injured Support Unit was born.
It was at this juncture that I was at Camp Lejeune for a few days to attend the homecoming of my nephew, returning from Iraq. I contacted a friend, one of the Marines I had shipped care packages to, and who was home between deployments himself. He arranged for us to visit the wounded warrior barracks prior to it's official opening ceremony when it would be christened "Maxwell Hall." We were supposed to meet with Col Maxwell but at the last minute he was called out of town. His Gunny gave us a tour of the humble abode that would be the 'new home' for those recovering.
Throughout all of this, Tim Maxwell was still dealing with his own injuries. He still traveled back and forth from North Carolina to Bethesda for follow-up medical appointments.
That barracks was replaced with a new Wounded Warrior Battalion-East on Camp Lejeune and then a Wounded Warrior Battalion-West was built on Camp Pendleton in CA. Eventually the Wounded Warrior Regiment Headquarters at Quantico, Va. was up and running. There are case managers, care coordinators and counselors all over the country who track and assist the wounded Marines, which was Col. Maxwell's intent from the outset. He wanted to make sure they did not drop off the radar after they were discharged. The Regiment now serves non-combat and ill troops as well. Currently there are about 2000 Marines at the two barracks East and West.
I have had the pleasure of spending time with Col Maxwell's wife Shannon on a few occasions. She is as dedicated to our wounded warriors as her husband. Together they have a nonprofit SemperMax Support Fund that supports and advocates for the wounded and their families. Last year the Bob Woodruff Foundation gave them a grant for a 'couples retreat' for troops, who are suffering from TBI, and their wives. Shannon has worked tirelessly on similar issues that are unfortunate symptoms of the traumatic brain injury. Shannon and her daughter have authored books for children dealing with combat injuries, highly acclaimed for their insight relating to invisible and visible wounds combat wounds.
The Maxwells are little known Heroes but their contributions to the lives of the wounded will never be forgotten. Tim may have retired from the Marine Corps a couple of years ago but his work is not done. He still visits the wounded at Bethesda and at the Barracks.
As they say, "Once A Marine, Always A Marine".....you can take the man out of the Marines, but you cannot take the Marine out of This Man.
This is the story of a career Marine who has had a pivotal impact on the Marine Corps, in particular the wounded warriors. Col. Tim Maxwell has had numerous articles written about his personal experience and how he turned it into a model for treating our wounded warriors. Unfortunately I have not had the honor of meeting Col. Maxwell; there were a couple of times we planned to meet but at the last minute unforeseen circumstances prevented our connecting.
Back in August 2004, while serving in Iraq, Col. Maxwell had been hit by a mortar round to his head and was severely injured and sustained a traumatic brain injury. His recovery took place here at Bethesda Naval Hospital (now Walter Reed) until he was discharged to return home to his wife and children in North Carolina. At that time Gen. James Amos (the current Commandant of the Marine Corps) asked Col. Maxwell, while recovering from his devastating injuries, if he would visit with other wounded Marines who were on base at Camp Lejeune or at local hospitals. Col. Maxwell's suggestion was that those injured Marines needed to be together during the healing process since they were accustomed to being part of a team in combat. He knew that for those wounded who were isolated, perhaps at home or in an empty barracks while their brothers were still at war, the downtime could be detrimental and they would benefit from living together.
Col. Maxwell had an idea......a barracks set aside as a residence for these recovering Marines....so they could encourage each other, support each other and just be there for each other. They could share their fears, their combat stories and help each other. Gen. Amos approved of the idea and let him run with it. He and a Gunny, who served with him in Iraq, were given an old barracks. They reached out to the local community and businesses for contributions and turned that old barracks into living quarters. They were assigned twenty wounded Marines with the mission of recovery for duty or transitioning to civilian life. The Injured Support Unit was born.
It was at this juncture that I was at Camp Lejeune for a few days to attend the homecoming of my nephew, returning from Iraq. I contacted a friend, one of the Marines I had shipped care packages to, and who was home between deployments himself. He arranged for us to visit the wounded warrior barracks prior to it's official opening ceremony when it would be christened "Maxwell Hall." We were supposed to meet with Col Maxwell but at the last minute he was called out of town. His Gunny gave us a tour of the humble abode that would be the 'new home' for those recovering.
Throughout all of this, Tim Maxwell was still dealing with his own injuries. He still traveled back and forth from North Carolina to Bethesda for follow-up medical appointments.
That barracks was replaced with a new Wounded Warrior Battalion-East on Camp Lejeune and then a Wounded Warrior Battalion-West was built on Camp Pendleton in CA. Eventually the Wounded Warrior Regiment Headquarters at Quantico, Va. was up and running. There are case managers, care coordinators and counselors all over the country who track and assist the wounded Marines, which was Col. Maxwell's intent from the outset. He wanted to make sure they did not drop off the radar after they were discharged. The Regiment now serves non-combat and ill troops as well. Currently there are about 2000 Marines at the two barracks East and West.
I have had the pleasure of spending time with Col Maxwell's wife Shannon on a few occasions. She is as dedicated to our wounded warriors as her husband. Together they have a nonprofit SemperMax Support Fund that supports and advocates for the wounded and their families. Last year the Bob Woodruff Foundation gave them a grant for a 'couples retreat' for troops, who are suffering from TBI, and their wives. Shannon has worked tirelessly on similar issues that are unfortunate symptoms of the traumatic brain injury. Shannon and her daughter have authored books for children dealing with combat injuries, highly acclaimed for their insight relating to invisible and visible wounds combat wounds.
The Maxwells are little known Heroes but their contributions to the lives of the wounded will never be forgotten. Tim may have retired from the Marine Corps a couple of years ago but his work is not done. He still visits the wounded at Bethesda and at the Barracks.
As they say, "Once A Marine, Always A Marine".....you can take the man out of the Marines, but you cannot take the Marine out of This Man.
Friday, January 31, 2014
THE BACKBONE OF OUR COMBAT WOUNDED WARRIORS
THE BACKBONE OF OUR COMBAT WOUNDED WARRIORS
It starts with a phone call from a hospital far away.......usually from Germany. The phone call that causes your world to change forever in a moment. The only upside to this story is that it is not the dreaded visit to your home by three men in uniform to inform you of the death of your loved one. This is about the difficult journey of the caregivers, whose service man or woman has been injured in combat. They are parents, spouses, and siblings.
The injuries their loved ones have sustained while doing what they are trained to do, in Iraq or Afghanistan. Over the last nine years my visits to Bethesda Naval Hospital, now Walter Reed, have given me a personal view of the sacrifices made, not only the wounded, but their families. You've heard about it, you've read about it, you've seen it on the news. Their world comes crashing down while they hold the phone to their ear. Words cannot fully describe the emotions that are played out in those minutes on the phone.
Often the families must quickly arrange to fly to Germany to be at their bedside while they pray their husband or son can be stabilized for the flight to a hospital back home, usually Walter Reed or Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas. Often that flight to Germany is the very last time they see their loved one alive because their injuries are so horrific that they die before they can be transferred home. I cannot begin to imagine the pain and grief these families go through during this time.
Caregivers arrive here either from Germany or from their home towns with very little time to plan anything. Hasty airline tickets and living quarters arrangements are made. In a matter of hours a normal day at home becomes a living nightmare of confusion and unknowns. No time to think about what to pack.......just throw a suitcase together and off they go. They often arrive here in winter with no proper clothes, and certainly no clue how long they will be here. Jobs are left indefinitely, siblings left with relatives, life is altered with many questions and no answers. Incomes are lost and often jobs are lost due to the length of time required to be here.
Suddenly they are thrust into a life in a hospital room. Some more critical than others. Some revolve around an ICU unit for days or weeks. Most are not as critical, so their inpatient hospital room becomes the new home for everyone. This is where it is so crucial that family are there at the bedside all day and into the night. To be the eyes and ears for the patient.......to watch, listen and advocate for their loved one who is often in an induced coma. Now the caregiver becomes the lifeline between the medical staff and the wounded. Caregivers have literally saved lives by their presence and that is a fact. Keeping track of medications, tests, and appointments. This is the 'new normal' life of a caregiver. At the end of each day they return to their 'hotel room' which is the Navy Lodge on base or one of five Fisher Houses, built on military hospital bases for this reason...to house the families while they are here to assist in the recovery of their wounded warriors. That hospital room could be home for days, weeks or months until the wounded are transferred to another hospital closer to home or transferred to the outpatient barracks on base. Some of these families are literally parents and their other children...entire families uprooted and now living in this small apartment.
All the while the caregivers are managing the care of their loved ones and then helping them set up their new apartment in the barracks. At Walter Reed it is building 62, Tranquility Hall. Each apartment is a small two bedroom, two bath apartment with a tiny living room and kitchen. One room for the injured and one for the caregiver. These apartments come with the bare minimum. Four sets of dishes and cutlery and very few appliances. No toaster, no blender, no vacuum cleaner. When you take into consideration this apartment will be 'home' for many months or even years, it is impossible for anyone not in this situation to fathom how they manage. But they do......because they are military families and they are adept at improvising, adapting and overcoming. They get their children enrolled in local schools or in daycare.
Once they have set up residence in their new apartment, now their lives turn to assisting the injured who are more often than not in wheelchairs to and from their appointments. I neglected to mention that this new barracks is up a steep hill from the hospital where the rehabilitation area is and all the doctors are. Frequently the weather makes it very inconvenient.........ice and snow, driving rain, freezing wind....and it is the caregiver who is there to make the short trips possible.....often multiple times in one day. Caregivers do the cooking, the laundry, the shopping (last year a new exchange was built on base to make that task easier). They do everything including attending the medical appointments. Their lives revolve around those appointments....daily. Most of them will need a vehicle as they build a new life in a new town. A car so they can live some semblance of normalcy by shopping, getting out to restaurants, movies, whatever.
The one beautiful blessing that I have witnessed through all of this is the generosity of people who want to help better the lives of the caregivers. One way or another the word gets out that there is a need.....that these families who have moved from their hometowns and their careers to an apartment with little to offer.....that their lives could be much improved with little things like small appliances, toys for their kids and such. As I wrote in my last article at Christmas, there are hundreds of individuals and nonprofit organizations who step up to the plate to supply their needs and they do it by pulling out all the stops. Their generosity knows no bounds. Caregivers are invited to dinners, ladies spa days, weekends away from the base, all sorts of events to give them some respite from their daily schedules.
From the moment they arrive here to take charge of the recovery of their loved ones, they are the lifeline to that recovery. It takes a strong backbone to be an advocate and a sharp mind, but beneath all that is a love that is deeper than any well. Often while they are here their houses back home are being modified to allow for wheelchair accessibility along with many other alterations. Together they get through this ordeal and together they will finally go home, back to where they came from, to begin again.
For me and the myriad of friends who get to know these warriors and their families we witness the journey from their arrival to their departure. It is with joy and sadness that we bid them goodbye. Friendships that have been forged in the most tumultuous of times.....and memories.....from the days of critical care to the days of independence for those warriors we have become so close to. It is hard to say goodbye when the time comes, but our lives have been forever impacted by these friendships that will last a lifetime.
It starts with a phone call from a hospital far away.......usually from Germany. The phone call that causes your world to change forever in a moment. The only upside to this story is that it is not the dreaded visit to your home by three men in uniform to inform you of the death of your loved one. This is about the difficult journey of the caregivers, whose service man or woman has been injured in combat. They are parents, spouses, and siblings.
The injuries their loved ones have sustained while doing what they are trained to do, in Iraq or Afghanistan. Over the last nine years my visits to Bethesda Naval Hospital, now Walter Reed, have given me a personal view of the sacrifices made, not only the wounded, but their families. You've heard about it, you've read about it, you've seen it on the news. Their world comes crashing down while they hold the phone to their ear. Words cannot fully describe the emotions that are played out in those minutes on the phone.
Often the families must quickly arrange to fly to Germany to be at their bedside while they pray their husband or son can be stabilized for the flight to a hospital back home, usually Walter Reed or Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas. Often that flight to Germany is the very last time they see their loved one alive because their injuries are so horrific that they die before they can be transferred home. I cannot begin to imagine the pain and grief these families go through during this time.
Caregivers arrive here either from Germany or from their home towns with very little time to plan anything. Hasty airline tickets and living quarters arrangements are made. In a matter of hours a normal day at home becomes a living nightmare of confusion and unknowns. No time to think about what to pack.......just throw a suitcase together and off they go. They often arrive here in winter with no proper clothes, and certainly no clue how long they will be here. Jobs are left indefinitely, siblings left with relatives, life is altered with many questions and no answers. Incomes are lost and often jobs are lost due to the length of time required to be here.
Suddenly they are thrust into a life in a hospital room. Some more critical than others. Some revolve around an ICU unit for days or weeks. Most are not as critical, so their inpatient hospital room becomes the new home for everyone. This is where it is so crucial that family are there at the bedside all day and into the night. To be the eyes and ears for the patient.......to watch, listen and advocate for their loved one who is often in an induced coma. Now the caregiver becomes the lifeline between the medical staff and the wounded. Caregivers have literally saved lives by their presence and that is a fact. Keeping track of medications, tests, and appointments. This is the 'new normal' life of a caregiver. At the end of each day they return to their 'hotel room' which is the Navy Lodge on base or one of five Fisher Houses, built on military hospital bases for this reason...to house the families while they are here to assist in the recovery of their wounded warriors. That hospital room could be home for days, weeks or months until the wounded are transferred to another hospital closer to home or transferred to the outpatient barracks on base. Some of these families are literally parents and their other children...entire families uprooted and now living in this small apartment.
All the while the caregivers are managing the care of their loved ones and then helping them set up their new apartment in the barracks. At Walter Reed it is building 62, Tranquility Hall. Each apartment is a small two bedroom, two bath apartment with a tiny living room and kitchen. One room for the injured and one for the caregiver. These apartments come with the bare minimum. Four sets of dishes and cutlery and very few appliances. No toaster, no blender, no vacuum cleaner. When you take into consideration this apartment will be 'home' for many months or even years, it is impossible for anyone not in this situation to fathom how they manage. But they do......because they are military families and they are adept at improvising, adapting and overcoming. They get their children enrolled in local schools or in daycare.
Once they have set up residence in their new apartment, now their lives turn to assisting the injured who are more often than not in wheelchairs to and from their appointments. I neglected to mention that this new barracks is up a steep hill from the hospital where the rehabilitation area is and all the doctors are. Frequently the weather makes it very inconvenient.........ice and snow, driving rain, freezing wind....and it is the caregiver who is there to make the short trips possible.....often multiple times in one day. Caregivers do the cooking, the laundry, the shopping (last year a new exchange was built on base to make that task easier). They do everything including attending the medical appointments. Their lives revolve around those appointments....daily. Most of them will need a vehicle as they build a new life in a new town. A car so they can live some semblance of normalcy by shopping, getting out to restaurants, movies, whatever.
The one beautiful blessing that I have witnessed through all of this is the generosity of people who want to help better the lives of the caregivers. One way or another the word gets out that there is a need.....that these families who have moved from their hometowns and their careers to an apartment with little to offer.....that their lives could be much improved with little things like small appliances, toys for their kids and such. As I wrote in my last article at Christmas, there are hundreds of individuals and nonprofit organizations who step up to the plate to supply their needs and they do it by pulling out all the stops. Their generosity knows no bounds. Caregivers are invited to dinners, ladies spa days, weekends away from the base, all sorts of events to give them some respite from their daily schedules.
From the moment they arrive here to take charge of the recovery of their loved ones, they are the lifeline to that recovery. It takes a strong backbone to be an advocate and a sharp mind, but beneath all that is a love that is deeper than any well. Often while they are here their houses back home are being modified to allow for wheelchair accessibility along with many other alterations. Together they get through this ordeal and together they will finally go home, back to where they came from, to begin again.
For me and the myriad of friends who get to know these warriors and their families we witness the journey from their arrival to their departure. It is with joy and sadness that we bid them goodbye. Friendships that have been forged in the most tumultuous of times.....and memories.....from the days of critical care to the days of independence for those warriors we have become so close to. It is hard to say goodbye when the time comes, but our lives have been forever impacted by these friendships that will last a lifetime.
Monday, December 30, 2013
AN UNEXPECTED WALTER REED CHRISTMAS
AN UNEXPECTED WALTER REED CHRISTMAS
We all know how hectic and stressful the holiday season is under normal conditions. Imagine getting a phone call that your husband has been injured in Afghanistan! Imagine knowing he will be operated on in Germany and then transported to Walter Reed while you and your two children are in California and need to come to Maryland quickly!!! Then imagine all this just days before Christmas!!
Two weeks ago on December 15th I got a message from a friend Diana Mankin, a Marine mom herself, who posts on a military forum where she learned of this wounded Marine, SSgt Jarrod Wayman and that he and his family would all be arriving here at Walter Reed the next day, Monday the 16th. She asked if I could reach out to them when they arrived, to let them know that there is someone here who would personally be there for them any way possible. So......what takes place over the next few days is nothing short of many God moments where He opens one door after another.
My contact would be the injured Marines's sister in law, Lindsey who lives in Texas with her husband and three children. As soon as we established contact I asked for the names of Jarrod's wife and children. Hillary is his wife and they have two small children, 3 year old Bailey and her 6 year old brother Gavin. They would be needing to celebrate Christmas far from home so I asked Lindsey for a list of the presents the kids hoped Santa would bring. Considering there was precious little time, I reached out to a special friend, Jodi Warshall, who is an angel here on planet earth and who can move mountains at a moments notice. She posted a list of those presents on a forum, a registry of sorts, where others who support our military families can select items, purchase them and ship them to Jodi.
I had the opportunity to visit Jarrod, Hillary and the kids for a short time before Jarrod was scheduled for another surgery. Jodi gave me decorations for a tree that was supplied and was adorning their room at the lodge where they are staying on base. It was truly an honor to meet all of them. We had a short visit and I now had faces to go along with the names.
Knowing that Jodi had that project under control, I got back to Lindsey to tell her about Luke's Wings, the organization I have mentioned in previous articles that unites families and friends of wounded warriors. They provides airfare at no charge to and from military hospitals all year, but the holiday time is where they really shine....with their slogan "No Soldier Spends the Holiday Alone". I made sure Lindsey and her family, as well as her other sister's family knew they could rely on Luke's Wings to get them here to visit during the holidays. That meant my good friend Jennifer Magerer with Luke's Wings would be arranging their flights.
With that under control, it was time to get back to the Christmas presents which were purchased by some incredibly generous Americans all over the country.....and let me tell you that is an understatement. The gifts ranged from $20-$60 and every single item on a list of 20 items was purchased. By now it is the day before Christmas and all is well. The morning of the 24th Jodie arrived at my home where we spent a couple of hours wrapping all the gifts for Bailey and Gavin. We had everything spread out all over the floor and had a ball. Filled with the Christmas spirit we finished and loaded up her car (which was already overflowing with gifts for other families) and off she went to deliver them to the many families at Walter Reed.
Christmas morning Jodi and I were anxious to hear how the kids liked their presents while we awaited photos to appear on Facebook of them opening their gifts. Well, as mom Hillary posted, with each new gift they shouted "This is the BEST Christmas EVER!!" You can bet that made our day!!! Mission accomplished!!!! You would almost forget that they were not at home in California because their Christmas was about as normal as it could be, all things considered.
The Christmas holiday closed with our annual Marine Corps League Christmas dinner for the inpatients and their families. It is a catered dinner but I invited friends to volunteer to share our time with those who could not leave the hospital for the holiday. The Waymans came to enjoy the festivities and Santa was there too. A few more presents from Santa and then Christmas was over for another year.
When I look back at what appeared to be almost insurmountable tasks to complete in ten days I reflect once again on the fact that when God is on control we should never doubt. Everything fell in to place exactly as it should, and the smiles and the laughter of the children were the proof. To all who are reading this article, I wish you a year filled with blessings, kindness, generosity and peace and love for one another.
We all know how hectic and stressful the holiday season is under normal conditions. Imagine getting a phone call that your husband has been injured in Afghanistan! Imagine knowing he will be operated on in Germany and then transported to Walter Reed while you and your two children are in California and need to come to Maryland quickly!!! Then imagine all this just days before Christmas!!
Two weeks ago on December 15th I got a message from a friend Diana Mankin, a Marine mom herself, who posts on a military forum where she learned of this wounded Marine, SSgt Jarrod Wayman and that he and his family would all be arriving here at Walter Reed the next day, Monday the 16th. She asked if I could reach out to them when they arrived, to let them know that there is someone here who would personally be there for them any way possible. So......what takes place over the next few days is nothing short of many God moments where He opens one door after another.
My contact would be the injured Marines's sister in law, Lindsey who lives in Texas with her husband and three children. As soon as we established contact I asked for the names of Jarrod's wife and children. Hillary is his wife and they have two small children, 3 year old Bailey and her 6 year old brother Gavin. They would be needing to celebrate Christmas far from home so I asked Lindsey for a list of the presents the kids hoped Santa would bring. Considering there was precious little time, I reached out to a special friend, Jodi Warshall, who is an angel here on planet earth and who can move mountains at a moments notice. She posted a list of those presents on a forum, a registry of sorts, where others who support our military families can select items, purchase them and ship them to Jodi.
I had the opportunity to visit Jarrod, Hillary and the kids for a short time before Jarrod was scheduled for another surgery. Jodi gave me decorations for a tree that was supplied and was adorning their room at the lodge where they are staying on base. It was truly an honor to meet all of them. We had a short visit and I now had faces to go along with the names.
Knowing that Jodi had that project under control, I got back to Lindsey to tell her about Luke's Wings, the organization I have mentioned in previous articles that unites families and friends of wounded warriors. They provides airfare at no charge to and from military hospitals all year, but the holiday time is where they really shine....with their slogan "No Soldier Spends the Holiday Alone". I made sure Lindsey and her family, as well as her other sister's family knew they could rely on Luke's Wings to get them here to visit during the holidays. That meant my good friend Jennifer Magerer with Luke's Wings would be arranging their flights.
With that under control, it was time to get back to the Christmas presents which were purchased by some incredibly generous Americans all over the country.....and let me tell you that is an understatement. The gifts ranged from $20-$60 and every single item on a list of 20 items was purchased. By now it is the day before Christmas and all is well. The morning of the 24th Jodie arrived at my home where we spent a couple of hours wrapping all the gifts for Bailey and Gavin. We had everything spread out all over the floor and had a ball. Filled with the Christmas spirit we finished and loaded up her car (which was already overflowing with gifts for other families) and off she went to deliver them to the many families at Walter Reed.
Christmas morning Jodi and I were anxious to hear how the kids liked their presents while we awaited photos to appear on Facebook of them opening their gifts. Well, as mom Hillary posted, with each new gift they shouted "This is the BEST Christmas EVER!!" You can bet that made our day!!! Mission accomplished!!!! You would almost forget that they were not at home in California because their Christmas was about as normal as it could be, all things considered.
The Christmas holiday closed with our annual Marine Corps League Christmas dinner for the inpatients and their families. It is a catered dinner but I invited friends to volunteer to share our time with those who could not leave the hospital for the holiday. The Waymans came to enjoy the festivities and Santa was there too. A few more presents from Santa and then Christmas was over for another year.
When I look back at what appeared to be almost insurmountable tasks to complete in ten days I reflect once again on the fact that when God is on control we should never doubt. Everything fell in to place exactly as it should, and the smiles and the laughter of the children were the proof. To all who are reading this article, I wish you a year filled with blessings, kindness, generosity and peace and love for one another.
Monday, December 9, 2013
MY NEW NEIGHBORS
MY NEW NEIGHBORS
If you have ever lived in an apartment building or multi-family dwelling you will appreciate what I am going to share with you. I live in a 17-story condominium where many owners sublet their apartments. I have lived here since 1980 as a renter until I purchased my unit in 2000. Living here so long you can imagine I have had a variety of neighbors on all four sides, as well as across the hall. I don't know how other buildings are constructed but this building was built in the mid 60's and sound carries easily through walls, floors and hallways.
Several weeks ago the couple who was renting the apartment across the hall moved out. They told me the owners, a young couple from Bulgaria, wanted to rent it to a friend who just returned from their homeland and was in dire need of a place to live. Nothing unusual there!!! The following weekend all hell broke loose. The sounds of young children screaming, yelling, arguing and running all over the apartment was impossible to ignore. It was so loud that it sounded as if they were living in my apartment!! What to do? I tried to ignore it for three days until I called the front desk to report the disturbance. It was so unsettling that I could not think, eat, watch television or read, and more importantly I could not read Scripture. Finally I called the resident manager in tears explaining that she needed to understand and to hear what I was hearing. From my front door I held up the phone for a couple of minutes and she listened....and her response was just what I expected. She was aghast at the decibel of the noise and promised to speak to the new resident. She did but with little change in the intensity of the noise.
After a week I was so distraught I decided I would speak to my neighbors myself. I knocked on their door and a nanny answered...with two adorable little boys behind her. They were five and seven years old. Only the seven year old spoke English. We introduced ourselves.....He is Alex, his little brother Jordan.......I asked him if they knew how to speak quietly and keep their voices down, as their loudness was not good for my health, explaining that I was getting headaches from their constant noise. They were so apologetic and so cute.....and as we were talking their Mom came down the hall, arriving home from work. I explained to her what the problem was and that I truly hoped we could find a way to live compatibly. She admitted that with two little boys it was not easy to calm them down but she would do her best, though it might take time. We hugged, kissed and shook hands...little Alex extending his hand for me to shake. I could feel the Lord working in this situation and felt that there would be an improvement, if not right away, in the near future.
The next day I was at the store and decided to buy some little toys for the boys. Their apartment was so quiet for two days I thought they were out of town. Finally hearing their Mom come home one night I knocked and offered the toys. She invited me in
and we sat and shared a glass of wine while the boys dressed up in their Halloween costumes to show them off. We had a lovely hour long visit and I learned much about her circumstances. She is a single Mom with two boys and needed a nanny so that she could work all day, and that she had registered the boys in school so they would not be home during the day. When I heard her story and how she was struggling it truly touched my heart. Did I tell you how cute the children are? They are really the most adorable and well mannered boys......just rambunctious.
The following week I came home from church where we hold a fellowship supper and bible study. Normally I never take home any leftovers but this particular night there was a ton of chicken left so I piled a plate to eat the next day. As I was walking down my hallway the Lord told me to knock on their door and offer the chicken. She invited me in, ecstatic that they would now have chicken for dinner with their potatoes!!!!! Now I really understood their struggle! Her circumstances are so difficult that she had to let the nanny go and bring her mother from Bulgaria to live with them. Four people in a one bedroom apartment. My heart is seriously moved by their situation. Today I dropped off a basket of fruit I was given at Walter Reed last night at a Christmas party. You would think I gave them a ten course meal! The grandmother insisted on giving me candy in return for the fruit.
This entire chain of events has opened my eyes to how the Lord wants us to reach out to those less fortunate and to be kind to our neighbors. I have been blessed with new friends and two little boys who have helped me to become more patient. As a family they have made great strides in adapting to their new lifestyle. I am so thankful that I heard the Lord speaking to me. So often I pray and ask Him to use me for His glory....and I wonder how many opportunities I have missed. In this season of giving and sharing this is a reminder to all of us that even small gestures might be appreciated in a way we may never truly realize and that it might be as close as our neighbors right next door.
If you have ever lived in an apartment building or multi-family dwelling you will appreciate what I am going to share with you. I live in a 17-story condominium where many owners sublet their apartments. I have lived here since 1980 as a renter until I purchased my unit in 2000. Living here so long you can imagine I have had a variety of neighbors on all four sides, as well as across the hall. I don't know how other buildings are constructed but this building was built in the mid 60's and sound carries easily through walls, floors and hallways.
Several weeks ago the couple who was renting the apartment across the hall moved out. They told me the owners, a young couple from Bulgaria, wanted to rent it to a friend who just returned from their homeland and was in dire need of a place to live. Nothing unusual there!!! The following weekend all hell broke loose. The sounds of young children screaming, yelling, arguing and running all over the apartment was impossible to ignore. It was so loud that it sounded as if they were living in my apartment!! What to do? I tried to ignore it for three days until I called the front desk to report the disturbance. It was so unsettling that I could not think, eat, watch television or read, and more importantly I could not read Scripture. Finally I called the resident manager in tears explaining that she needed to understand and to hear what I was hearing. From my front door I held up the phone for a couple of minutes and she listened....and her response was just what I expected. She was aghast at the decibel of the noise and promised to speak to the new resident. She did but with little change in the intensity of the noise.
After a week I was so distraught I decided I would speak to my neighbors myself. I knocked on their door and a nanny answered...with two adorable little boys behind her. They were five and seven years old. Only the seven year old spoke English. We introduced ourselves.....He is Alex, his little brother Jordan.......I asked him if they knew how to speak quietly and keep their voices down, as their loudness was not good for my health, explaining that I was getting headaches from their constant noise. They were so apologetic and so cute.....and as we were talking their Mom came down the hall, arriving home from work. I explained to her what the problem was and that I truly hoped we could find a way to live compatibly. She admitted that with two little boys it was not easy to calm them down but she would do her best, though it might take time. We hugged, kissed and shook hands...little Alex extending his hand for me to shake. I could feel the Lord working in this situation and felt that there would be an improvement, if not right away, in the near future.
The next day I was at the store and decided to buy some little toys for the boys. Their apartment was so quiet for two days I thought they were out of town. Finally hearing their Mom come home one night I knocked and offered the toys. She invited me in
and we sat and shared a glass of wine while the boys dressed up in their Halloween costumes to show them off. We had a lovely hour long visit and I learned much about her circumstances. She is a single Mom with two boys and needed a nanny so that she could work all day, and that she had registered the boys in school so they would not be home during the day. When I heard her story and how she was struggling it truly touched my heart. Did I tell you how cute the children are? They are really the most adorable and well mannered boys......just rambunctious.
The following week I came home from church where we hold a fellowship supper and bible study. Normally I never take home any leftovers but this particular night there was a ton of chicken left so I piled a plate to eat the next day. As I was walking down my hallway the Lord told me to knock on their door and offer the chicken. She invited me in, ecstatic that they would now have chicken for dinner with their potatoes!!!!! Now I really understood their struggle! Her circumstances are so difficult that she had to let the nanny go and bring her mother from Bulgaria to live with them. Four people in a one bedroom apartment. My heart is seriously moved by their situation. Today I dropped off a basket of fruit I was given at Walter Reed last night at a Christmas party. You would think I gave them a ten course meal! The grandmother insisted on giving me candy in return for the fruit.
This entire chain of events has opened my eyes to how the Lord wants us to reach out to those less fortunate and to be kind to our neighbors. I have been blessed with new friends and two little boys who have helped me to become more patient. As a family they have made great strides in adapting to their new lifestyle. I am so thankful that I heard the Lord speaking to me. So often I pray and ask Him to use me for His glory....and I wonder how many opportunities I have missed. In this season of giving and sharing this is a reminder to all of us that even small gestures might be appreciated in a way we may never truly realize and that it might be as close as our neighbors right next door.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
THE WOUNDED WARRIOR MARINE CORPS BALL NOVEMBER 2013
THE WOUNDED WARRIOR MARINE CORPS BALL NOVEMBER 2013
An invitation to the Wounded Warrior Marine Corps Ball that was held last week had to be one of the highlights of my life! Having been to the ball two years ago, I knew what to expect. There is nothing like military tradition, and the Marine Corps does it best.
As you know, my life pretty much revolves around our Marines through care packages and precious time spent with some of our wounded warriors and their families at Walter Reed. One of those families, the Burketts, you have read about in previous articles. It was the Burketts who invited me to attend the ball with them this year, Major Burkett, his wife Melissa and their two oldest children Keenan, 10 and Josilyn 7.
Of course the preparation starts weeks in advance, including shopping for formal attire and hair and nail appointments for the ladies.
Thankfully I did not have to shop for something to wear, as I have an outfit that has served me well over the years and since I rarely have a need for something formal I make do with what I have. But that is not the case for the ladies of Walter Reed, the wives, mothers and girlfriends. They do not come to the hospital prepared for such occasions. The hard work of one woman, Jodi Bouck Warshel made the ball gown selection miraculous by locating sources that were willing to donate magnificent gowns and accessories.... and it was an enormous success. Dozens of them....brand new with the tags still on them were sent to the hospital for a gown event for any of the women who would need them.....and they came in all sizes and colors......many of the ladies are in varying degrees of pregnancy. They all found exactly what they needed. What huge hearts the donors have and one store supplied the majority of the gowns!
I wanted to find a way to contribute something to the ladies for this special evening. I was blessed to locate two hair salons in our area with hairdressers who were more than willing to donate their time to give our ladies the fancy hairdos required for a Ball. They outdid themselves. Thirteen ladies signed up for appointments and I knew only three of them. However I did get to meet them on our way to the ball, and each of them looked exceptionally beautiful. The hairdressers who volunteered to style the lady's hair were so thankful to be asked.........so willing to participate in making the night special in any way they could. We just don't realize how many folks are out there who want to contribute and simply need to be asked!!!
The highlight of the evening was our guest of honor, Medal of Honor recipient Sgt Dakota Meyer. I had a brief moment to shake his had and thank him for his outstanding actions in Afghanistan, but of course he had little time to spend with any one person. I also reunited with an old friend, LtCol Mike Corrado, singer/wongwriter of "Still in the Fight" and we had lots of news to catch up on. For me, the most moving aspect of the evening was being surrounded by wounded warriors. A ballroom filled with Marines in their dress uniforms, many in wheelchairs, but all of them sharing a night to remember. For many it was their first ball and for many it would be their last as they would be discharged before the ball next year.
The most beautiful tradition is the cutting of the elaborately decorated Marine Corps Birthday cake. Cutting the cake with a sword, the first piece is presented to the guest of honor, the second piece presented to the oldest Marine present and the third to the youngest, signifying the passing on of years of experience from the eldest Marine to the youngest. Then everyone enjoyed a piece of the birthday cake and the party began....lots of music and dancing. Nothing can match the sight of Marines in their wheelchairs or with crutches on the dance floor with their ladies. The determination and sheer will of a Marine will not allow them to sit on the sidelines when there is action on the dance floor. And let me tell you, they can dance! Not being much of a dancer myself, I thoroughly enjoyed taking it all in, and also watching Major Burkett and Melissa dance a few slow numbers. It truly did my heart good to be in the presence of such great Americans who would never consider missing a Ball due to their injuries. However, there were many who could not attend because their injuries would not allow them to be with us, but the chaplain remembered them and their fallen brothers in prayer when the ceremony began. Of course all good things must come to an end, at by eleven it was time to head back to the hospital with many new memories etched in my heart for a lifetime.
Again, I wonder at the path my life has taken. Each and every person, event, situation, is all mapped out by God and I am merely following His lead. Again I look back at the last eleven years of involvement with our Marine Corps and I am in awe of how the Lord has arranged my life and all that it has become. I am blessed......and so very thankful. And speaking of thankful, this is the month of thanksgiving.......so I am giving thanks and I would like to wish all of you a blessed and plentiful Thanksgiving. May God be with you always as He has been with me.
An invitation to the Wounded Warrior Marine Corps Ball that was held last week had to be one of the highlights of my life! Having been to the ball two years ago, I knew what to expect. There is nothing like military tradition, and the Marine Corps does it best.
As you know, my life pretty much revolves around our Marines through care packages and precious time spent with some of our wounded warriors and their families at Walter Reed. One of those families, the Burketts, you have read about in previous articles. It was the Burketts who invited me to attend the ball with them this year, Major Burkett, his wife Melissa and their two oldest children Keenan, 10 and Josilyn 7.
Of course the preparation starts weeks in advance, including shopping for formal attire and hair and nail appointments for the ladies.
Thankfully I did not have to shop for something to wear, as I have an outfit that has served me well over the years and since I rarely have a need for something formal I make do with what I have. But that is not the case for the ladies of Walter Reed, the wives, mothers and girlfriends. They do not come to the hospital prepared for such occasions. The hard work of one woman, Jodi Bouck Warshel made the ball gown selection miraculous by locating sources that were willing to donate magnificent gowns and accessories.... and it was an enormous success. Dozens of them....brand new with the tags still on them were sent to the hospital for a gown event for any of the women who would need them.....and they came in all sizes and colors......many of the ladies are in varying degrees of pregnancy. They all found exactly what they needed. What huge hearts the donors have and one store supplied the majority of the gowns!
I wanted to find a way to contribute something to the ladies for this special evening. I was blessed to locate two hair salons in our area with hairdressers who were more than willing to donate their time to give our ladies the fancy hairdos required for a Ball. They outdid themselves. Thirteen ladies signed up for appointments and I knew only three of them. However I did get to meet them on our way to the ball, and each of them looked exceptionally beautiful. The hairdressers who volunteered to style the lady's hair were so thankful to be asked.........so willing to participate in making the night special in any way they could. We just don't realize how many folks are out there who want to contribute and simply need to be asked!!!
The highlight of the evening was our guest of honor, Medal of Honor recipient Sgt Dakota Meyer. I had a brief moment to shake his had and thank him for his outstanding actions in Afghanistan, but of course he had little time to spend with any one person. I also reunited with an old friend, LtCol Mike Corrado, singer/wongwriter of "Still in the Fight" and we had lots of news to catch up on. For me, the most moving aspect of the evening was being surrounded by wounded warriors. A ballroom filled with Marines in their dress uniforms, many in wheelchairs, but all of them sharing a night to remember. For many it was their first ball and for many it would be their last as they would be discharged before the ball next year.
The most beautiful tradition is the cutting of the elaborately decorated Marine Corps Birthday cake. Cutting the cake with a sword, the first piece is presented to the guest of honor, the second piece presented to the oldest Marine present and the third to the youngest, signifying the passing on of years of experience from the eldest Marine to the youngest. Then everyone enjoyed a piece of the birthday cake and the party began....lots of music and dancing. Nothing can match the sight of Marines in their wheelchairs or with crutches on the dance floor with their ladies. The determination and sheer will of a Marine will not allow them to sit on the sidelines when there is action on the dance floor. And let me tell you, they can dance! Not being much of a dancer myself, I thoroughly enjoyed taking it all in, and also watching Major Burkett and Melissa dance a few slow numbers. It truly did my heart good to be in the presence of such great Americans who would never consider missing a Ball due to their injuries. However, there were many who could not attend because their injuries would not allow them to be with us, but the chaplain remembered them and their fallen brothers in prayer when the ceremony began. Of course all good things must come to an end, at by eleven it was time to head back to the hospital with many new memories etched in my heart for a lifetime.
Again, I wonder at the path my life has taken. Each and every person, event, situation, is all mapped out by God and I am merely following His lead. Again I look back at the last eleven years of involvement with our Marine Corps and I am in awe of how the Lord has arranged my life and all that it has become. I am blessed......and so very thankful. And speaking of thankful, this is the month of thanksgiving.......so I am giving thanks and I would like to wish all of you a blessed and plentiful Thanksgiving. May God be with you always as He has been with me.
Sunday, November 3, 2013
THE WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL AND HONOR FLIGHTS
THE WORLD WAR II MEMORIAL AND HONOR FLIGHTS
My friends Lyn Braedon-Reed and Jennifer Magerer and I decided that the
best way to spend the day was to head downtown to the WWII Memorial, the
weekend after the government shutdown. Watching Veterans break through
barricades after flying long distances to visit their memorial this was
a beautiful sight, to see them move freely around the magnificent
monument built to honor them and their fallen brothers. We came
knowing that there would be three Honor Flights visiting and we wanted
to be a part of that experience.
In case you are not familiar with Honor Flights they are a nonprofit
that funds flights to bring our veterans to Wash DC from all over the
country, while they are still able to travel. This requires volunteers
to care for the veterans who need constant care, knowing that this may
be the last journey of their lives. Many of the volunteers are from our
area and sign up to assist the veterans through their visit, on and off
the planes and the buses. The emotions that this and other War
memorials evoke is difficult to put into words but each is hallowed
ground to be sure. Our elder veterans walked or were pushed in
wheelchairs.....and you could see they truly felt the spirit of the
monument that payed homage to their service and sacrifice. There was
no way to be there and not feel the sense of love and appreciation in
the air from the many thankful Americans who greeted these visitors with
enormous rounds of applause and cheers while waving American flags.
The patriotism was palpable.....the air was filled with honor and
respect for those who fought for the freedoms we hold dear today.
Before we headed downtown I was reminded to bring with me the oval black
on white stickers that say "I Served WWII" or "I Served KOREA" and what
a blessing that reminder proved to be. It was a rather frantic
afternoon with a very threatening sky and chilly winds. No
matter.....the weather would not deter anyone. Three flights arrived
in buses and as the veterans disembarked we welcomed them with open arms
and stickers. The three of us, along with Jennifer's friend Brandi,
approached each of the veterans shaking hands, sharing hugs and
conversation while I handed them the appropriate sticker(s). Some had
served in both wars, some even three, including Vietnam...... I had
those stickers as well. Many humbly asked if they could have more than
one because they had served in more than one war. Oh my gosh!!
They were so incredibly thankful for the stickers, cherishing them as if
they were extremely valuable. So often it is the simple little things
that hold so much meaning.
By now you know me......I am all about Patriotism and not good at
holding back tears when it comes to those who have served our country,
past or present. I cannot sing the Star Spangled Banner without tears
flowing. This was by far one of the most exceptional events I can
remember. On Veterans Day, Monday November 11, there are Honor Flights
coming in. What better day to be there to greet them once again with
our hugs and stickers and flags. We will repeat this experience as
often as our schedules allow. There are never enough ways to honor our
war veterans......especially the 'greatest generation.' This is the
least we can do and I can't wait to be there again and again.
Monday, October 14, 2013
HONORING OUR VETERANS
HONORING OUR VETERANS
It all started months ago when the founder of Quilts of Honor, Gail Belmont, Army veteran herself, told me about an upcoming quilt exhibition that was to take place at the National Museum of the Marine Corps in Virginia. It was to be held October 4-6 with a quilt presentation planned for 2pm on that Saturday. Then the federal government shutdown and the Museum was closed to the public. A museum that really lent itself to the display of quilts draped from walls and railings. There were multitudes of quilts, all hand made and created by quilters from all over the country that were packed and transported to the Museum. The quilters spent months, years creating military themed quilts which are their specialty for this exhibition.
The quilters traveled here from states east and west with plans to visit all the military memorials in Washington DC as part of their week in the area. As you know, along with the museum all the open air memorials were also closed. It was obvious throughout their visit here, God was at work opening doors for every door that closed. A new venue was found for the exhibition and presentation.....Mt. Vernon, home of George Washington, welcomed Quilts of Honor and did a splendid job displaying their quilts, although fewer than originally planned for the larger museum. They opened a portion of their gift shop and offered their small auditorium. But before I tell you about my visit that Saturday to see the quilts I want to share the other miracles that took place for the quilters.
A trip to the WWII Memorial that was closed to the public, but barricades were opened and they were free to visit and also meet many Veterans who were there with an Honor Flight. The Vietnam Wall, also closed, was a very special visit. The name of the brother of one of the quilters is on the wall, and they were determined to lay a wreath and also lay quilts in front of the wall for magnificent photos.
I was in the best of company with two good friends who are moms of combat wounded warriors at Walter Reed. We were blessed to attend the events on Saturday, not realizing just how emotional the afternoon would become. The quilts were the most beautiful we had ever seen. QOH does not sell them...they make them strictly to present to combat veterans of all generations. Each quilt was more beautiful than the next, some more intricate, all patriotic.....eagles, flags, stars and stripes. After closely examining the handiwork of the quilters, we took our seats in the auditorium for the presentation. Gail and her volunteers had previously met many combat veterans while visiting the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and invited them to Mt Vernon, not divulging the real reason for their invitation which was to present them with quilts and also gift them with passes to visit the Museum.
The ceremony started with members of our National Honor Guard, four (over 6ft tall) handsome Color Guard marching to the stage. No matter where or when I see our flag and sing our national anthem, I get teary. It never fails...the tears run. One of the members of QOH, Marsha Borelli Silva is a singer and songwriter who performed two songs she composed, "Freedom is Not Free" and "America" and then the tears really started flowing. I am extremely patriotic and get very emotional when it comes to honoring our country. Then the presentation began. The name of each veteran was called and a member of QOH presented a quilt that was related to his or her branch of the military. Each presentation brought a round of applause from an approving auditorium. In closing the Color Guard marched out, and then returned unofficially and they were given quilts as well. More tears. Finally, an announcement that at 3:30 there would be an unplanned presentation to some WWII veterans. Well, there was no way I was going to leave and miss that ceremony!!!!!
These WWII Navy Veterans, here with an Honor Flight, all sailed together on the USS Indiana. As I sat there watching each of these precious elderly gentlemen I could picture my Dad and was overcome with sadness, missing him after losing him two years ago. These patriots had no idea why they were invited to the museum and were totally taken aback when their names were called and each was presented with a beautiful quilt. Some could barely stand on their own, some had family with them, some were so touched that they cried. What an incredible honor it was to be there to witness this display of appreciation for our older Veterans. I will never forget that afternoon.
Before all the volunteers left our area to return home to their respective states, Gail,who is an accomplished bugler and has played at many funerals and military functions, played taps at the graveside of George Washington. What a beautiful final gesture for them before they departed, and what an honor it was for us to be there to share the love and gratitude America feels for it's Veterans.
It all started months ago when the founder of Quilts of Honor, Gail Belmont, Army veteran herself, told me about an upcoming quilt exhibition that was to take place at the National Museum of the Marine Corps in Virginia. It was to be held October 4-6 with a quilt presentation planned for 2pm on that Saturday. Then the federal government shutdown and the Museum was closed to the public. A museum that really lent itself to the display of quilts draped from walls and railings. There were multitudes of quilts, all hand made and created by quilters from all over the country that were packed and transported to the Museum. The quilters spent months, years creating military themed quilts which are their specialty for this exhibition.
The quilters traveled here from states east and west with plans to visit all the military memorials in Washington DC as part of their week in the area. As you know, along with the museum all the open air memorials were also closed. It was obvious throughout their visit here, God was at work opening doors for every door that closed. A new venue was found for the exhibition and presentation.....Mt. Vernon, home of George Washington, welcomed Quilts of Honor and did a splendid job displaying their quilts, although fewer than originally planned for the larger museum. They opened a portion of their gift shop and offered their small auditorium. But before I tell you about my visit that Saturday to see the quilts I want to share the other miracles that took place for the quilters.
A trip to the WWII Memorial that was closed to the public, but barricades were opened and they were free to visit and also meet many Veterans who were there with an Honor Flight. The Vietnam Wall, also closed, was a very special visit. The name of the brother of one of the quilters is on the wall, and they were determined to lay a wreath and also lay quilts in front of the wall for magnificent photos.
I was in the best of company with two good friends who are moms of combat wounded warriors at Walter Reed. We were blessed to attend the events on Saturday, not realizing just how emotional the afternoon would become. The quilts were the most beautiful we had ever seen. QOH does not sell them...they make them strictly to present to combat veterans of all generations. Each quilt was more beautiful than the next, some more intricate, all patriotic.....eagles, flags, stars and stripes. After closely examining the handiwork of the quilters, we took our seats in the auditorium for the presentation. Gail and her volunteers had previously met many combat veterans while visiting the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and invited them to Mt Vernon, not divulging the real reason for their invitation which was to present them with quilts and also gift them with passes to visit the Museum.
The ceremony started with members of our National Honor Guard, four (over 6ft tall) handsome Color Guard marching to the stage. No matter where or when I see our flag and sing our national anthem, I get teary. It never fails...the tears run. One of the members of QOH, Marsha Borelli Silva is a singer and songwriter who performed two songs she composed, "Freedom is Not Free" and "America" and then the tears really started flowing. I am extremely patriotic and get very emotional when it comes to honoring our country. Then the presentation began. The name of each veteran was called and a member of QOH presented a quilt that was related to his or her branch of the military. Each presentation brought a round of applause from an approving auditorium. In closing the Color Guard marched out, and then returned unofficially and they were given quilts as well. More tears. Finally, an announcement that at 3:30 there would be an unplanned presentation to some WWII veterans. Well, there was no way I was going to leave and miss that ceremony!!!!!
These WWII Navy Veterans, here with an Honor Flight, all sailed together on the USS Indiana. As I sat there watching each of these precious elderly gentlemen I could picture my Dad and was overcome with sadness, missing him after losing him two years ago. These patriots had no idea why they were invited to the museum and were totally taken aback when their names were called and each was presented with a beautiful quilt. Some could barely stand on their own, some had family with them, some were so touched that they cried. What an incredible honor it was to be there to witness this display of appreciation for our older Veterans. I will never forget that afternoon.
Before all the volunteers left our area to return home to their respective states, Gail,who is an accomplished bugler and has played at many funerals and military functions, played taps at the graveside of George Washington. What a beautiful final gesture for them before they departed, and what an honor it was for us to be there to share the love and gratitude America feels for it's Veterans.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
CARRYING ON TRADITION
CARRYING ON TRADITION
I have to admit that my memory fails to recall far too many details of how I became connected with some of the recipients of my care packages. The internet was, without a doubt, the most significant means of locating troops I would ship to throughout their deployments. I cannot remember how some of those troops found me or how I found them.....possibly through Marine forums, through friends, through previous recipients.......a multitude of possibilities.
Back in 2006 I received an email with the name of a Marine who was looking for support for his unit deployed to Fallujah. They were a reserve infantry unit, 1st Battalion, 25th Marines, Charlie Company, "New England's Own" out of Enfield, CT. The Marine who was the author of that email was 1stSgt Ben Grainger. I immediately replied that I would be honored to support his Marines and Sailors with care packages. That was the beginning of a most unique friendship.
Ben was a prolific writer and every evening before he retired after a long day he would sit at his computer (when the power was working) and send an email out to all the families of his troops calling it "The Daily Life Corner." I say he was unique because daily communication with their families was high priority. He wanted to reassure all of them back home. So, no matter how exhausted he was after all day patrols or missions outside the wire, he would pour himself a strong cup of java and write....always with a sense of humor. Describing daily life in "the Ville", sharing names of Marines not getting mail, tips for men only, tips for women only, marriage tips, always acknowledging and speaking proudly of his Marines...he would write until his eyelids were closing. He should have been a journalist and I told him that many times because he had a gift, bringing alive what he expressed with words. He was able to reassure the families with his humorous descriptions of everything going on around them. He dubbed Fallujah "The Ville" and their building that they secured as their home the "Holiday Inn Express". He loved to write about the unpleasant problem they encountered with rats and other crawling insects and rodents, how the rats chewed through electrical cables and rendered their electronics useless (reason for computer blackouts). He described the rats as "stealthy insurgent rats that took a liking to his favorite snacks I sent him like trail mix and beef jerky" and in detail shared his plans to eliminate them. He referred to his Marines as 'the boys.'
In their building Ben set up a gallery with photos of family and friends, explaining to me that the guys were motivated by the support from home and seeing their photos was a great comfort. He even had a version of the USO shows.....with photos! He would place a photo of a famous person like Brittney Spears in a frame in the chow hall and tell them she was the server that day. Creative, always thinking of new ways to keep their spirits up. He was there for his boys no matter what the need. They respected and trusted him.
One of Ben's creations caught the attention of their local press back home, the Hartford Courant. They sent a reporter over to Iraq to spend some time with Ben and his Marines. Back home everyone was talking about his nightly reports and his 'new religion', as Ben called it....."Americantology". At night, for an hour on the sandbagged roof of their building they would meet, erect a flag pole from a radio antennae, haul a boom box up there, and play requests from each of the Marines. Their favorites, from patriotic to country to heavy metal.....whatever music made them feel closer to home. Ben would be their chief prophet, preacher and proselytizer of Americantology. I truly felt honored to be included in the 1/25 family.
Ben and I corresponded almost daily and stayed in touch when his unit returned home, but not often. We did communicate a few times a year. I knew that Ben had kids, but back in 2006 they really were just kids but did not recall how old his boys were. Just the other day I got a message from Ben on Facebook. He was inquiring whether I would consider sending care packages to his son, now enlisted in the Army and serving in Afghanistan!!!! Well, you can imagine how excited I was to be able to support the son of a Marine I had shipped to years ago. Carrying on the tradition with the next generation really touched my heart. Today my first box will be shipped to Ben's son, Ben Jr!!!!! When I started writing for the The Glidden Graphic, I knew one day I would share the story of Ben Grainger and now I had a perfect reason to write it....a father and his son serve their country. What a blessing for me to keep the tradition going forward!!!
I have to admit that my memory fails to recall far too many details of how I became connected with some of the recipients of my care packages. The internet was, without a doubt, the most significant means of locating troops I would ship to throughout their deployments. I cannot remember how some of those troops found me or how I found them.....possibly through Marine forums, through friends, through previous recipients.......a multitude of possibilities.
Back in 2006 I received an email with the name of a Marine who was looking for support for his unit deployed to Fallujah. They were a reserve infantry unit, 1st Battalion, 25th Marines, Charlie Company, "New England's Own" out of Enfield, CT. The Marine who was the author of that email was 1stSgt Ben Grainger. I immediately replied that I would be honored to support his Marines and Sailors with care packages. That was the beginning of a most unique friendship.
Ben was a prolific writer and every evening before he retired after a long day he would sit at his computer (when the power was working) and send an email out to all the families of his troops calling it "The Daily Life Corner." I say he was unique because daily communication with their families was high priority. He wanted to reassure all of them back home. So, no matter how exhausted he was after all day patrols or missions outside the wire, he would pour himself a strong cup of java and write....always with a sense of humor. Describing daily life in "the Ville", sharing names of Marines not getting mail, tips for men only, tips for women only, marriage tips, always acknowledging and speaking proudly of his Marines...he would write until his eyelids were closing. He should have been a journalist and I told him that many times because he had a gift, bringing alive what he expressed with words. He was able to reassure the families with his humorous descriptions of everything going on around them. He dubbed Fallujah "The Ville" and their building that they secured as their home the "Holiday Inn Express". He loved to write about the unpleasant problem they encountered with rats and other crawling insects and rodents, how the rats chewed through electrical cables and rendered their electronics useless (reason for computer blackouts). He described the rats as "stealthy insurgent rats that took a liking to his favorite snacks I sent him like trail mix and beef jerky" and in detail shared his plans to eliminate them. He referred to his Marines as 'the boys.'
In their building Ben set up a gallery with photos of family and friends, explaining to me that the guys were motivated by the support from home and seeing their photos was a great comfort. He even had a version of the USO shows.....with photos! He would place a photo of a famous person like Brittney Spears in a frame in the chow hall and tell them she was the server that day. Creative, always thinking of new ways to keep their spirits up. He was there for his boys no matter what the need. They respected and trusted him.
One of Ben's creations caught the attention of their local press back home, the Hartford Courant. They sent a reporter over to Iraq to spend some time with Ben and his Marines. Back home everyone was talking about his nightly reports and his 'new religion', as Ben called it....."Americantology". At night, for an hour on the sandbagged roof of their building they would meet, erect a flag pole from a radio antennae, haul a boom box up there, and play requests from each of the Marines. Their favorites, from patriotic to country to heavy metal.....whatever music made them feel closer to home. Ben would be their chief prophet, preacher and proselytizer of Americantology. I truly felt honored to be included in the 1/25 family.
Ben and I corresponded almost daily and stayed in touch when his unit returned home, but not often. We did communicate a few times a year. I knew that Ben had kids, but back in 2006 they really were just kids but did not recall how old his boys were. Just the other day I got a message from Ben on Facebook. He was inquiring whether I would consider sending care packages to his son, now enlisted in the Army and serving in Afghanistan!!!! Well, you can imagine how excited I was to be able to support the son of a Marine I had shipped to years ago. Carrying on the tradition with the next generation really touched my heart. Today my first box will be shipped to Ben's son, Ben Jr!!!!! When I started writing for the The Glidden Graphic, I knew one day I would share the story of Ben Grainger and now I had a perfect reason to write it....a father and his son serve their country. What a blessing for me to keep the tradition going forward!!!
Sunday, August 25, 2013
DELAWARE VOLUNTEERS VISIT WALTER REED
DELAWARE VOLUNTEERS VISIT WALTER REED
In order to relate the story of the Marines Helping Marines cookout on August 22, 2013 I have to travel back in time a couple of years. I also need to emphasize how the internet has impacted the last ten years of my life. How the Lord connects people and circumstances is something that never ceases to amaze me. This story starts with a friend of mine in Michigan who maintains a large internet network of people supporting our troops. One very special person on her email list is a man in Delaware who himself has an extensive email distribution list sharing prayer requests and news about our troops. That man, Dan Dobson, is a Vietnam Air Force veteran and a compassionate patriot who loves his country and our wounded warriors.
A few months ago I received a request from Marines Helping Marines seeking sponsors for our monthly cookouts at Walter Reed which I in turn forwarded to my email list. One of the recipients of that request was Dan, with Trinity Logistics in Seaford, Delaware. Dan presented the request to the employees of Trinity and their response was overwhelmingly positive. He informed me that each employee pays into a fund that is designated for supporting a worthy cause. You have no idea how blessed I felt when he contacted me that the vote was unanimous....they wanted to sponsor our cookout for August and not only that, they wanted participate by driving down to Maryland to meet and serve our wounded warriors and their families.
Thirteen of them were able to make the trip......employees and a few family members. Trinity is a very family oriented company which employs multiple generations of families. They arose early to leave Delaware at 7am and arrived safely at Walter Reed around 9am. I had time to explain the buffet set up procedure while we awaited the arrival of the MHM Veterans who were bringing the equipment and the food. This was a first for the team from Trinity......spending time with severely wounded Soldiers and Marines, and they were looking forward to taking part in serving our guests, who number around one hundred and fifty.
For the first time this season the veterans with the supplies were running late! There is quite a lot of organization and labor involved in the preparation........ setting up tables, arranging the order of the many courses, cutting dozens of trays of fresh fruits and veggies, grilling the steaks, chicken, kababs, burgers and hotdogs .....six long tables arranged with a wide variety of side dishes including desserts, cookies and brownies baked by our volunteers. What was most impressive was that with all those helping hands we were set up in record time.....less than forty-five minutes. Normally it takes well over an hour but we were ready with time to spare! That's how determined and enthusiastic our volunteers were!!!
11:30am. Time for our guests to arrive.....a nonstop procession of warriors with wheelchairs, crutches, Segways and gurneys accompanied by their families with children and strollers. They filled their plates and sat to relax and enjoy a real barbecue, a welcome change from their daily hospital fare. It was extremely hot that day.....over ninety in the shade.....but the heat did not dampen spirits in the least. Each of the volunteers from Trinity was grateful to have been in the presence of such true American heroes. As Dan so aptly wrote when he returned home, "Team Trinity was honored to host a lavish barbeque for our Wounded Warriors and their families at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center Building 62. If the cowardly enemy who have maimed these troops think they have broken their spirit, that delusion joins the many that cloud their perverted minds. We were humbled by these men and women who represent the finest we have to offer. They have set the gold standard for perseverance in the face of what many would see as insurmountable odds. God has blessed them as they have given so much for so many of us. It was inspiring to meet them and serve them."
Volunteering is a beautiful opportunity to serve God...... there is no greater sense of reward than serving others. Whether it is wounded warriors or a special need in one's community, the mission is to provide for their needs. This is just one of many stories of groups or individuals who have stepped up to the plate when they saw a chance to give back to our wounded service men and women. Trinity Logistics was instrumental in lifting the spirits of those who attended the cookout that day. They shared with me that this event was an experience they would never forget and they look forward to returning next summer.
In order to relate the story of the Marines Helping Marines cookout on August 22, 2013 I have to travel back in time a couple of years. I also need to emphasize how the internet has impacted the last ten years of my life. How the Lord connects people and circumstances is something that never ceases to amaze me. This story starts with a friend of mine in Michigan who maintains a large internet network of people supporting our troops. One very special person on her email list is a man in Delaware who himself has an extensive email distribution list sharing prayer requests and news about our troops. That man, Dan Dobson, is a Vietnam Air Force veteran and a compassionate patriot who loves his country and our wounded warriors.
A few months ago I received a request from Marines Helping Marines seeking sponsors for our monthly cookouts at Walter Reed which I in turn forwarded to my email list. One of the recipients of that request was Dan, with Trinity Logistics in Seaford, Delaware. Dan presented the request to the employees of Trinity and their response was overwhelmingly positive. He informed me that each employee pays into a fund that is designated for supporting a worthy cause. You have no idea how blessed I felt when he contacted me that the vote was unanimous....they wanted to sponsor our cookout for August and not only that, they wanted participate by driving down to Maryland to meet and serve our wounded warriors and their families.
Thirteen of them were able to make the trip......employees and a few family members. Trinity is a very family oriented company which employs multiple generations of families. They arose early to leave Delaware at 7am and arrived safely at Walter Reed around 9am. I had time to explain the buffet set up procedure while we awaited the arrival of the MHM Veterans who were bringing the equipment and the food. This was a first for the team from Trinity......spending time with severely wounded Soldiers and Marines, and they were looking forward to taking part in serving our guests, who number around one hundred and fifty.
For the first time this season the veterans with the supplies were running late! There is quite a lot of organization and labor involved in the preparation........ setting up tables, arranging the order of the many courses, cutting dozens of trays of fresh fruits and veggies, grilling the steaks, chicken, kababs, burgers and hotdogs .....six long tables arranged with a wide variety of side dishes including desserts, cookies and brownies baked by our volunteers. What was most impressive was that with all those helping hands we were set up in record time.....less than forty-five minutes. Normally it takes well over an hour but we were ready with time to spare! That's how determined and enthusiastic our volunteers were!!!
11:30am. Time for our guests to arrive.....a nonstop procession of warriors with wheelchairs, crutches, Segways and gurneys accompanied by their families with children and strollers. They filled their plates and sat to relax and enjoy a real barbecue, a welcome change from their daily hospital fare. It was extremely hot that day.....over ninety in the shade.....but the heat did not dampen spirits in the least. Each of the volunteers from Trinity was grateful to have been in the presence of such true American heroes. As Dan so aptly wrote when he returned home, "Team Trinity was honored to host a lavish barbeque for our Wounded Warriors and their families at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center Building 62. If the cowardly enemy who have maimed these troops think they have broken their spirit, that delusion joins the many that cloud their perverted minds. We were humbled by these men and women who represent the finest we have to offer. They have set the gold standard for perseverance in the face of what many would see as insurmountable odds. God has blessed them as they have given so much for so many of us. It was inspiring to meet them and serve them."
Volunteering is a beautiful opportunity to serve God...... there is no greater sense of reward than serving others. Whether it is wounded warriors or a special need in one's community, the mission is to provide for their needs. This is just one of many stories of groups or individuals who have stepped up to the plate when they saw a chance to give back to our wounded service men and women. Trinity Logistics was instrumental in lifting the spirits of those who attended the cookout that day. They shared with me that this event was an experience they would never forget and they look forward to returning next summer.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
AN INJURED MARINE'S FAMILY AND THEIR DOGS
AN INJURED MARINE'S FAMILY AND THEIR DOGS
It all started back in March 2012 when Major Eric Burkett was severely injured while piloting his Osprey Tiltrotor helicopter that crashed during a training mission in Morocco. (You may recall a previous column I wrote last November entitled "Kilts and Bagpipes"... about Major Burkett and the MCFD Pipes and Drums). This journey began when he was flown to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center - Bethesda. His family, living in Jacksonville, NC immediately came to the hospital to be at his side. His family consists of his wife and four adorable children. Left behind were their two dogs Honor and Izzie, English setters that are inseparable.
This is the story of Honor and Izzie, two English Setters, and how their lives were altered since Eric was injured. It was necessary to place them in a kennel in NC indefinitely with the future completely uncertain. That was sixteen months ago and the family is still living here as Eric prepares for another surgery this week which will require remaining here for another ten to twelve months.
Eric's wife Melissa has returned to NC many times since he was admitted to the hospital to check on the dogs and to retrieve items needed for the lengthy stay here in Maryland. A few of those trips allowed her and the kids and sometimes Eric, to stay for a few days....an opportunity to bring Honor and Izzie home from the kennel. However, for almost the entire time they have been here the dogs have been there in the kennel. Thankfully that kennel was a loving one where they could remain together with spacious quarters and plenty of room to exercise. Nevertheless, they were far away from the family who loved them and the separation was difficult for everyone including the dogs.
Fast forward to July 2013. Realizing that the family would not be moving back to NC for quite some time they decided to find a kennel in Maryland which would allow them to visit Honor and Izzie regularly. Some very close friends, the Mallarys, who live in Maryland, had a kennel on the property adjacent to theirs. How perfect!!! Next door to friends whose home they already visited frequently. The dogs were moved up here in June hoping this would be the best possible solution for everyone. You can imagine how hard it was for their children to be separated from their 'best friends' for so long.
Sadly, this solution was not the final one. The kennel was less than satisfactory. Too small, lack of space, and not enough attention. It was painful for the family to see their dogs in such a setting and something needed to change. Researching other arrangements Melissa found and related to me the existence of organizations that match foster homes with military pets, a service I had no idea existed, but a service that is surely a blessing to those military families that often cannot take their pets with them for a year or more when they transfer locations. Foster families will take the pets on a extended temporary basis so the pets do not have to be given away permanently. What a beautiful concept!!! This is where this story really gets interesting..........
August 1, 2013. First thing in the morning I checked my Facebook page, and there was a message from Rick Blandford, manager of the Pipe and Drum band which read, "This is the longest I've been without a dog in my life. Next week I will be looking for a 'loner dog' to take to the river....must be a large dog that loves water. I will return him clean and tired". That post sparked an idea in my mind.....perhaps Rick and his wife Bonnie would consider being foster parents for the Burkett's two dogs!!! Keep in mind Eric and Rick had met at the first cookout last year so they were not strangers. I sent a message to Rick inquiring if they would consider taking the Burkett's two dogs for as long as needed. Rick said he would check with Bonnie. My heart was so excited at the possibility!!! Rick wrote back asking about the dogs and whether they are used to being around cats since Bonnie has two cats. I got the necessary information from Melissa and forwarded it to Rick. My anticipation was growing by the minute! Then, on Sunday, the 4th, Rick came to visit the Burketts at the barracks where they live to discuss the details.
Later that evening when I met with Eric and Melissa and asked how things were looking, I got the awesome news......this Thursday, August 8th, the day before Eric's surgery, Rick and Bonnie will be picking up Honor and Izzie at the kennel to bring them to their home.....a real home with a real family and a large fenced in yard.....praise be to God!!! Only He could choreograph all of this...........from one kennel to another to a message on Facebook that would bring all if this together. Days later and I am still in complete awe of how the Lord can do absolutely anything!!
There is one little detail I saved for last. When Eric and Rick first met, Eric had inquired about learning to play the bagpipes. Due to their busy schedules, a year has passed with no opportunity for that to happen. With the dogs at Rick's home, there will be many visits and many hours to learn to play the bagpipes!!!! So things really did come together in many many ways. As Rick so beautifully posted on Facebook on Sunday evening...."A few days ago I was looking for a loaner dog, today I meet with a USMC Major who will be at Walter Reed for ten more months while he gets a new leg. Bonnie Blandford, Erik Blandford and I just got the honor to be foster parents for his two dogs......how cool." Did I shed a few tears? You bet I did!!!
To be honest, the true benefit of having the Burketts here for so long is that I have been blessed with their friendship, getting to really know their kids and love them more than I can express. They are a big part of my life and I am so thankful for our friendship. Above all, I thank God for guiding all of our lives and bringing us together. He is so wise!!!
It all started back in March 2012 when Major Eric Burkett was severely injured while piloting his Osprey Tiltrotor helicopter that crashed during a training mission in Morocco. (You may recall a previous column I wrote last November entitled "Kilts and Bagpipes"... about Major Burkett and the MCFD Pipes and Drums). This journey began when he was flown to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center - Bethesda. His family, living in Jacksonville, NC immediately came to the hospital to be at his side. His family consists of his wife and four adorable children. Left behind were their two dogs Honor and Izzie, English setters that are inseparable.
This is the story of Honor and Izzie, two English Setters, and how their lives were altered since Eric was injured. It was necessary to place them in a kennel in NC indefinitely with the future completely uncertain. That was sixteen months ago and the family is still living here as Eric prepares for another surgery this week which will require remaining here for another ten to twelve months.
Eric's wife Melissa has returned to NC many times since he was admitted to the hospital to check on the dogs and to retrieve items needed for the lengthy stay here in Maryland. A few of those trips allowed her and the kids and sometimes Eric, to stay for a few days....an opportunity to bring Honor and Izzie home from the kennel. However, for almost the entire time they have been here the dogs have been there in the kennel. Thankfully that kennel was a loving one where they could remain together with spacious quarters and plenty of room to exercise. Nevertheless, they were far away from the family who loved them and the separation was difficult for everyone including the dogs.
Fast forward to July 2013. Realizing that the family would not be moving back to NC for quite some time they decided to find a kennel in Maryland which would allow them to visit Honor and Izzie regularly. Some very close friends, the Mallarys, who live in Maryland, had a kennel on the property adjacent to theirs. How perfect!!! Next door to friends whose home they already visited frequently. The dogs were moved up here in June hoping this would be the best possible solution for everyone. You can imagine how hard it was for their children to be separated from their 'best friends' for so long.
Sadly, this solution was not the final one. The kennel was less than satisfactory. Too small, lack of space, and not enough attention. It was painful for the family to see their dogs in such a setting and something needed to change. Researching other arrangements Melissa found and related to me the existence of organizations that match foster homes with military pets, a service I had no idea existed, but a service that is surely a blessing to those military families that often cannot take their pets with them for a year or more when they transfer locations. Foster families will take the pets on a extended temporary basis so the pets do not have to be given away permanently. What a beautiful concept!!! This is where this story really gets interesting..........
August 1, 2013. First thing in the morning I checked my Facebook page, and there was a message from Rick Blandford, manager of the Pipe and Drum band which read, "This is the longest I've been without a dog in my life. Next week I will be looking for a 'loner dog' to take to the river....must be a large dog that loves water. I will return him clean and tired". That post sparked an idea in my mind.....perhaps Rick and his wife Bonnie would consider being foster parents for the Burkett's two dogs!!! Keep in mind Eric and Rick had met at the first cookout last year so they were not strangers. I sent a message to Rick inquiring if they would consider taking the Burkett's two dogs for as long as needed. Rick said he would check with Bonnie. My heart was so excited at the possibility!!! Rick wrote back asking about the dogs and whether they are used to being around cats since Bonnie has two cats. I got the necessary information from Melissa and forwarded it to Rick. My anticipation was growing by the minute! Then, on Sunday, the 4th, Rick came to visit the Burketts at the barracks where they live to discuss the details.
Later that evening when I met with Eric and Melissa and asked how things were looking, I got the awesome news......this Thursday, August 8th, the day before Eric's surgery, Rick and Bonnie will be picking up Honor and Izzie at the kennel to bring them to their home.....a real home with a real family and a large fenced in yard.....praise be to God!!! Only He could choreograph all of this...........from one kennel to another to a message on Facebook that would bring all if this together. Days later and I am still in complete awe of how the Lord can do absolutely anything!!
There is one little detail I saved for last. When Eric and Rick first met, Eric had inquired about learning to play the bagpipes. Due to their busy schedules, a year has passed with no opportunity for that to happen. With the dogs at Rick's home, there will be many visits and many hours to learn to play the bagpipes!!!! So things really did come together in many many ways. As Rick so beautifully posted on Facebook on Sunday evening...."A few days ago I was looking for a loaner dog, today I meet with a USMC Major who will be at Walter Reed for ten more months while he gets a new leg. Bonnie Blandford, Erik Blandford and I just got the honor to be foster parents for his two dogs......how cool." Did I shed a few tears? You bet I did!!!
To be honest, the true benefit of having the Burketts here for so long is that I have been blessed with their friendship, getting to really know their kids and love them more than I can express. They are a big part of my life and I am so thankful for our friendship. Above all, I thank God for guiding all of our lives and bringing us together. He is so wise!!!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
A GIFT THAT STARTED IN AFRICA
A GIFT THAT STARTED IN AFRICA
Way back when I started shipping care packages to our Marines overseas I often inquired if they would share with me addresses in other locations that I might support. One of those locations was Djibouti, Africa and that was back in 2004. One of those recipients, a first sergeant, wrote to thank me and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship that has continued to this day, and I believe will continue forever.
1stSgt Courtney Curtis, who was with the 3/2 India Company, 4th MEB (Marine Expeditionary Brigade), CJTF (Command Joint Task Force) Djibouti at the time was my new contact in Africa. He shared photos of himself and his Marines, camels, the terrain (hot dry desert) and the chow hall and helped to give me a sense of the base where they lived and worked. It truly makes a difference when I can visualize who receives the boxes I ship and where they go!!!!
Not long after Courtney and I connected, it was time for him to come home on leave during his year deployment. It was around Easter that year and while he was home his father became ill. He had to return to Florida to be with his Dad and on his way back to Africa had a stop over in Maryland, at BWI airport. I had the opportunity to meet him while he was waiting for his connecting flight. What an great day that was......we had a couple of hours to chat about our families, get to know each other and then say goodbye.
Not long after that I received a very special gift. My first American flag, flown in my honor, accompanied by a certificate stating that it was flown on Memorial Day May 31st, 2004. Along with the certificate was a letter from 1stSgt Curtis that said: "Susan, a small token of our appreciation. From all of us to you, we thank you for your support of our troops deployed. This flag was flown in Djibouti Africa in your honor. We think the date is a special one, as we remember those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we share today. We also remember those that have given a part of themselves each and every day ensuring that our troops deployed are not forgotten. Thank you, may God bless you in all that you do." Well, you can imagine my reaction to such a meaningful gift......by now you know me......I broke down and wept. My brother in law was kind enough to mount these items in a beautiful shadow box which is displayed proudly in my home. I also received some cultural gifts such as a wooden African mask that I love.
Courtney had been in the Marine Corps since he graduated from high school, and shortly thereafter married his high school sweetheart Becky. To this day, they are still like high school sweethearts with a precious love that has gotten them through multiple deployments, as well as a son who followed his dad's footsteps into the Marine Corps. In 2005 when my nephew Alex was returning to Camp Lejeune from a deployment to Afghanistan, my family and I were there for the homecoming. Courtney happened to be between deployments himself so I was invited to their charming home for dinner. What a memorable evening that was! I felt very welcomed and knew that our friendship was something out of the ordinary. During that trip he arranged for a visit to the new Wounded Warrior Barracks (Maxwell Hall), a refurbished barracks on base for our wounded warriors who were transitioning from hospital to home or back to active duty. I had no idea at the time that my life would be moving in the direction of volunteering with our wounded warriors at Walter Reed (then Bethesda Naval Hospital). Now that I look back I can see where the Lord was positioning me for what was to come!!!!
No matter where Courtney was stationed I supported his Marines with care packages. His next deployment was to Iraq in 2005 with VMA 223. (Marine Attack Squadron with Harrier Jets). I received a second folded American flag with a certificate that was flown on September 11, 2005, the date chosen by Courtney, knowing how meaningful that date would always be.
When he returned from that deployment he was preparing for the Marine Corps Marathon. I knew that if he was running that race he would have to be back here in the Maryland DC area. I had the opportunity to cook him dinner! On a Sunday morning he was invited to my Dad's for breakfast, so the whole family got to meet him.
Now everyone in my family understood what a treasure he is and why our friendship means so much.
Courtney has transferred a few times since then, traveled all over the country, and finally retired from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant Major just a couple of months ago. Their family has settled in Yuma, Arizona, where he was at one time stationed and he and Becky fell in love with the climate and the area. We stay in touch, something that will be much easier now that he will not be deploying again, and will be employed close to home. Living with Becky full time is a new experience and one that I know they are cherishing after a long career of deployments.
My life has been blessed by his friendship....in so many ways. He taught me quite a bit about the Marine Corps over the years. I hope that our paths will cross again, but I feel sure that they will. Courtney is one of the gifts that the care package ministry have given me. I have only my God to thank....for only He knows His plans for me........and so far He has done a perfect job of guiding me.
Way back when I started shipping care packages to our Marines overseas I often inquired if they would share with me addresses in other locations that I might support. One of those locations was Djibouti, Africa and that was back in 2004. One of those recipients, a first sergeant, wrote to thank me and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship that has continued to this day, and I believe will continue forever.
1stSgt Courtney Curtis, who was with the 3/2 India Company, 4th MEB (Marine Expeditionary Brigade), CJTF (Command Joint Task Force) Djibouti at the time was my new contact in Africa. He shared photos of himself and his Marines, camels, the terrain (hot dry desert) and the chow hall and helped to give me a sense of the base where they lived and worked. It truly makes a difference when I can visualize who receives the boxes I ship and where they go!!!!
Not long after Courtney and I connected, it was time for him to come home on leave during his year deployment. It was around Easter that year and while he was home his father became ill. He had to return to Florida to be with his Dad and on his way back to Africa had a stop over in Maryland, at BWI airport. I had the opportunity to meet him while he was waiting for his connecting flight. What an great day that was......we had a couple of hours to chat about our families, get to know each other and then say goodbye.
Not long after that I received a very special gift. My first American flag, flown in my honor, accompanied by a certificate stating that it was flown on Memorial Day May 31st, 2004. Along with the certificate was a letter from 1stSgt Curtis that said: "Susan, a small token of our appreciation. From all of us to you, we thank you for your support of our troops deployed. This flag was flown in Djibouti Africa in your honor. We think the date is a special one, as we remember those that have paid the ultimate sacrifice for the freedoms we share today. We also remember those that have given a part of themselves each and every day ensuring that our troops deployed are not forgotten. Thank you, may God bless you in all that you do." Well, you can imagine my reaction to such a meaningful gift......by now you know me......I broke down and wept. My brother in law was kind enough to mount these items in a beautiful shadow box which is displayed proudly in my home. I also received some cultural gifts such as a wooden African mask that I love.
Courtney had been in the Marine Corps since he graduated from high school, and shortly thereafter married his high school sweetheart Becky. To this day, they are still like high school sweethearts with a precious love that has gotten them through multiple deployments, as well as a son who followed his dad's footsteps into the Marine Corps. In 2005 when my nephew Alex was returning to Camp Lejeune from a deployment to Afghanistan, my family and I were there for the homecoming. Courtney happened to be between deployments himself so I was invited to their charming home for dinner. What a memorable evening that was! I felt very welcomed and knew that our friendship was something out of the ordinary. During that trip he arranged for a visit to the new Wounded Warrior Barracks (Maxwell Hall), a refurbished barracks on base for our wounded warriors who were transitioning from hospital to home or back to active duty. I had no idea at the time that my life would be moving in the direction of volunteering with our wounded warriors at Walter Reed (then Bethesda Naval Hospital). Now that I look back I can see where the Lord was positioning me for what was to come!!!!
No matter where Courtney was stationed I supported his Marines with care packages. His next deployment was to Iraq in 2005 with VMA 223. (Marine Attack Squadron with Harrier Jets). I received a second folded American flag with a certificate that was flown on September 11, 2005, the date chosen by Courtney, knowing how meaningful that date would always be.
When he returned from that deployment he was preparing for the Marine Corps Marathon. I knew that if he was running that race he would have to be back here in the Maryland DC area. I had the opportunity to cook him dinner! On a Sunday morning he was invited to my Dad's for breakfast, so the whole family got to meet him.
Now everyone in my family understood what a treasure he is and why our friendship means so much.
Courtney has transferred a few times since then, traveled all over the country, and finally retired from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant Major just a couple of months ago. Their family has settled in Yuma, Arizona, where he was at one time stationed and he and Becky fell in love with the climate and the area. We stay in touch, something that will be much easier now that he will not be deploying again, and will be employed close to home. Living with Becky full time is a new experience and one that I know they are cherishing after a long career of deployments.
My life has been blessed by his friendship....in so many ways. He taught me quite a bit about the Marine Corps over the years. I hope that our paths will cross again, but I feel sure that they will. Courtney is one of the gifts that the care package ministry have given me. I have only my God to thank....for only He knows His plans for me........and so far He has done a perfect job of guiding me.
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