There’s something kind of intangibly special about the Soldiers Home itself. I find it restorative, and peaceful, and reaffirming. It’s a place where the foot-tapping military songs you’ve heard since childhood turn into heart-tugging personal tributes. Where "patriotism" goes beyond political buzzword into true, personal sacrifice. Where everyone knows how to fly the American flag properly, and does so.
When I posted some veterans’ pictures on my Facebook page, someone commented: "Thanks for making me feel like a bad person." But I don’t see my volunteerism as particularly admirable—I’m pretty sure I get more out of it than the veterans do. Those sweet people are appreciative of my time and grateful for my attention—and with a teenage son and a detached husband, that doesn’t happen a lot at home.
I also realize that I am not better than anyone else because I volunteer with veterans. But I am a better me.
When I posted some veterans’ pictures on my Facebook page, someone commented: "Thanks for making me feel like a bad person." But I don’t see my volunteerism as particularly admirable—I’m pretty sure I get more out of it than the veterans do. Those sweet people are appreciative of my time and grateful for my attention—and with a teenage son and a detached husband, that doesn’t happen a lot at home.
I also realize that I am not better than anyone else because I volunteer with veterans. But I am a better me.
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