Whenever I seem to be losing direction, spinning wheels, screaming into the wind, the universe has a way of gently guiding me back into my path. Begging. Encouraging.
When I start to pull back on my true self, when I start to ignore what I know in my heart is true and right, when I start to give up, become complacent, the world gives me a sign.
It's those signs I live for. It's a compass. A head-nod from G*d Himself.
After a very touching, lengthy time with a man, frail, yet so incredibly strong, I found myself wanting to be my usual, off-the-cuff, tell it like it is girl that I am.
Settled in for the night, I stood back, and smiled. I was happy and I was blessed. I was right where I wanted to be. I was right where I needed to be.
So to this man who has seen more than I will *ever* see, who has hurt and loved and struggled and triumphed, but still had such ferver, so much zest, I figured now was a good time. A good thought to leave him with before sleep fell upon him.
"Welcome home, Sir. And thank you for your service." There was a moment of silence, and for a moment I questioned if I had been innapropriate. The child in me was almost ashamed. Perhaps this was wrong. Perhaps it was offensive.
Tears swelled in his eyes and he gripped my forearm like only a man dedicated to his country no matter how long ago could, his lips moved and mouthed "Thank you. THANK YOU. THANK YOU." And he shook my arm accentuating the last. No sound came between us, but I solemnly nodded my head. The world stopped for just a brief moment, but emotions, and things unseen kept moving. He went to sleep, I went back to what I do.