In honor of Memorial Day, I’ve shared a portion of a story which appeared in my second book. My hope is that you take some time today to pause and remember the real reason for this season. God Bless America and all that serve her.
Last year I worked with a large client on an all-day teambuilding session. At one point during the afternoon training, a woman named Sheila unexpectedly shrieked, jumped from her seat, and sprinted for the door. I realize you can’t win over every client, but that was the first time someone had moved so quickly to get out of the room. Within minutes of Sheila’s outburst, a second woman, Nancy, followed suit and took off for the same door. I feared a mass exodus. I turned toward the door just in time to see Sheila embrace a young man who had just entered the room. As she held on tightly to the young man, whom I later learned was her son, she cried, “My Marine is home. My Marine is home.”
Soon they were joined by Nancy, who embraced them both. I, along with the entire room, witnessed the most beautiful group hug ever seen! As you would expect, I called for a break during which I learned the rest of this most touching story. Sadly, Nancy lost her son a few years before in Iraq. He was a hero and loved by those who knew and served with him. Although the two men had never met, their mothers had formed a bond through the shared experience of being military moms.
Although Nancy’s joy over their reunion I witnessed was obviously heartfelt and genuine, I can only imagine the depth of the loss she continues to experience every time a soldier comes home to his mother.
Let’s bring our boys and girls home safely.