I recently had one of this moments in life, that make you stop mid step, and question how you got to the exact moment in life where you are physically at when the moment happens.
I had friends in town for the weekend recently, so I took off work for a couple of days to play tourist with them. Since I am addicted to having a camera around my neck and working my camera skills towards the professional level one day soon, that is not a bad way to spend a few days in the spring in Northern Virginia, if you get up early enough to beat the crowds, of course.
After lunch, a walk thru Arlington National Cemetery was brought up as an option to visit. I had never been, even though my husband is retired Navy, and I am an avid civil war buff and am familiar with the property's history, we still had never visited. I had seen assorted angles of the layout on the news over the years, so my preconceived notion was a lot of white, identical headstones symmetrically placed.
As we walked in the afternoon sun, I slowly realized that there wasn't "a lot", but a literal sea of headstones, down the rolling green hills, up and across the next. In between the trees, where I thought the property line was, but the rows of white stone just continued. As I walked along, and started reading the stones, there were several that had wives and children buried with those fallen who served their country with pride and honor and gave all. Literally.
I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and grasp what was around me. My life, as crazy and wild as it seems to be.... Is possible only due to the freedoms that this country affords me to have. The freedom to practice my faith, travel freely from place to place and country to country, work in a profession of my choosing, read what I want to read, and even post what I am doing here. The list could go on for pages. But one thing applies to all...
My freedom to do and enjoy everything I have and am, wasn't free.