When I read on the news that the remains of the soldiers that died in the Korean War were being returned to their families, I was shocked. I was silenced.
In that moment, every hair on my body was standing on edge and I could barely move. It was a moment in silence but I’ve never felt so compelled to do so.
I don’t care about the politics that surrounded it. Not to be confused with I don’t care about politics, because I do.
But I was so overwhelmed and just grateful that people, human beings, made of skin, bones, blood and muscle, same as I, they did that.
I care nothing about what, if any, agenda there may have been behind any of that. I just care that it happened.
That’s the humanity that I love. That I know we have. It’s in all of us, we just have to reach for it. Sometimes it’s a little further away than others, but you can still find it.
Follow in those footsteps. That’s what I would tell my child. That’s the kind of person I want to be. Bring hope. Never let it die.
For all of those that have lost their loved ones. Thank you and God Bless you. I, for one, will never forget.