Feeling Thankful

I know it’s not quite the 4th of July yet, but I had a really cool experience the other day.

I was raised in to a very patriotic family. Both of my parents served in the military. My mom served in the United States Army and my dad served in the United States Air Force. Even both of my grandfathers served in the military as well. Therefore, the 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays. It ranks higher than Christmas for me.

Well, the other day I was up at the Veterans Hospital helping my dad pick my mom up to go home after having back surgery and I had a pretty cool, humbling experience.

My dad was in the room helping my mom get dressed and I had my 1 year old with me. He was getting rather bored, so I put him in his stroller and we walked the halls for about 30-45 minutes. I stopped and talked with one nurse and she asked what my son’s name was and I said it was “E” and we had a fun conversation and then we went on our way. Then, we were circling around by my mom’s room again and the following conversation took place:

Mystery Person: “Hey E!”
Me: Did you hear someone call your name Buddy?
Mr Black: “Yea, Mr. Black did!”
So, we walked in to Mr. Black’s room, he happened to be in the room right next to my mom. Here sat an older gentleman in his hospital bed, with 2 containers of urine sitting on his table waiting for the nurse to come take it & Mr. Black carried on a conversation with my 1 year old. When we walked in to that room, Mr. Black’s face just lit up. He asked how old E was and how big he was. I told him that E was almost 17 months old and weighed in at 30 lbs. He commented on how cute he was and that he was going to grow up to be a linebacker (Probably will be, lol). I don’t remember exactly what led to ending the conversation, but then I thanked Mr. Black for his service to our country & left the room.

As we were standing in Mr. Black’s room and visiting with him, I just got this overwhelming feeling that Mr. Black doesn’t get visitors and I find that terribly sad. There was another gentleman a couple of doors down farther, Mr. Peacock (it sounds like I’m naming people from the board game Clue) and he had his wife there and he was actually getting released that day too. But it absolutely breaks my heart that Mr. Black doesn’t seem to get visitors.

I’m glad my son though, who is 16 months old, and even though he doesn’t know the kind of impact he has on people, was able to bring a smile to Mr. Black’s day yesterday.

I’m so glad that my parents are the ones that watch E while my husband and I work. E has had MANY opportunities to go up to the Veterans Hospital since he’s been born, since my mom has quite the health problems. I’m glad that my little boy has always been able to put a smile on these folks faces.