When I was in High School I had the great fortune to volunteer a few times at a convalescent hospital. It seemed, really, that I didn't do much; mainly making crafts and talking to the patients. Though the service was small I did pat myself on the back a few times for doing charity.
I was humbled real fast that Summer of 1999.
The weather was hot, and July 4th was soon upon us. My friend and I were asked to bring all those sitting in wheel chairs to the pavilion for a patriot ceremony. The flag was raised, the words sweet, then something happened that I will never, never forget.
The person leading the ceremony asked all those who had served during World War II to stand. Suddenly most of the men stood, and I was quickly humbled, tears running down my face. Those men who I thought I was serving had given me the greatest service of all.
We are the Land of the Free because of the Brave.
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