Friday, November 11, 2011
A category of veteran that has no holiday; no lobbyist banging home their contributions to our country and ask for only a smile. An acknowledgement of the fact they are, a veteran. Do you know these veterans?
I think you do. These veterans gather in large rooms across our fine country waiting patiently for that one smile for which they seek.
They have brought us through inner country turmoil, wars we only read about and hard times we know nothing about. Still all they seek are acknowledging smiles. A hug becomes their Medal of Honor.
In case you haven’t figured out who these veterans are yet, it is our elderly. They have survived the battle fields of making things better for us, sacrificed countless amenities so we can be who we are and yet all they ask for is a smile.
I have spent the last 24 hours trying to come to terms with a society that thinks my grandmother is somewhere because she was a throw a way. She is not and I am appalled a society can feel this way. People cannot be thrown away, they can be forgotten but not thrown away
It makes me sick that these veterans can yes, be taken care of, for a price. That helping them put on their socks has been reduced to a monetary gain and nourishments are something the FDA has deemed not worthy for school children, let alone elderly life veterans.
I apologize there is no humor here; my nerves are a bit raw. I haven’t slept well the last two nights and have read enough Kentucky statues on elderly law that I’m thinking of becoming a law clerk.
Today, if you could give a veteran that smile they will not ask for I would be extremely grateful. Better yet, award them the Medal of Honor, give them a hug.
I’m off to read more law, have a great weekend.