Perspectives

Kind of a follow-up to yesterday's Memorial Day.

This morning I had my annual Veteran's Administration physical, just their chance to check the status of my service-connected stuff & see if any new issues have cropped up (and yes, my health is still fine, for those who may care).

Every time I visit the VA Hospital I'm reminded how lucky I am.

I walk down the halls, and I am fortunate. I see people using canes. Prosthetic legs. Wheelchairs. Or having to be moved by someone else, because they can't anymore.

I look at my reflection in the glass, and am grateful I am not burdened with horrible scars or missing features or limbs.

I can answer the questions from the doctors and nurses, because I still am able to hear and speak.

I am able to see these things because I still have both my eyes.

And I am able to go home to my family at the end of it all, because I was able to come back and adjust to life without some of the issues others have; and because I still have a family to be with.

It just puts things into perspective how lucky I am, and how little right I have to complain for having come through this life relatively unscathed.