Most of last week was spent unpacking our basement, running errands, and cursing under my breath. I grumbled my way through the traffic, waited impatiently for the slow moving cashier to do her job, got frustrated with the overly chatty shoppers in front of me,and snapped at my kids when I was late to pick them up at school. And then on Friday I got a much needed kick in the pants.
I spent the morning volunteering at the Walter Reed National Medical Center where all of my petty frustrations from the week disappeared in the face of true pain, loss, and heroism. Futures detoured, limbs gone, families reeling, walls covered with get-well wishes, and flags flying over a place where uncertainty and hope hover. A dramatic shift in perspective.