
Pregnancy has given more dreams than ever. Most are pretty crazy and lack meaning, like the one where my baby was a hot dog (ask me about it later). I just woke from a dream that was full of meaning. I couldn't help but relay it to you, so that you could be reminded of it's important message as well.
In the dream, I was serving in the U.S. Army overseas. I survived the experience with a severed left arm from the elbow down. As I came back to my family and friends, I wondered "will they accept me now?", "how will I be able to do what I love/need to do with just one hand?". I felt so angry that I had even volunteered to go in the first place, because if I hadn't I wouldn't have been in this condition. I drew near to others who once served, to gain comfort. I was impressed by their selfless attitude about their experience, while mine was so self-centered. Then I awoke.
Now I would like to make the disclaimer that this is not a political message. I know that everyone reading this feels different about our current and past wars. I don't intend to interfere with that. In fact, I don't feel that supporting troops has anything to do with political beliefs. Many servicemen don't even agree with "the greater good" they are trying to accomplish, but they are following through on their commitment and that is honorable. I just want everyone to share that deep respect I have for anyone willing to risk their life for someone else. I'm not sure I could do that for someone I love in a time of crisis, let alone volunteer to sacrifice my life for people I don't know or "the greater good". That's why whenever I have the opportunity to meet servicemen, including firemen, police, as well as military men/women, I try to express that deep respect the best I can. I hope you will do the same.