Inspire
Me (December 2006)True stories, quotes and information
on inspiration, leadership and kindness to provide hope and direction in your
life.
Last
week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling
with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our
flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across
from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading
out I asked? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going
to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq. I'm
taking him home to his family. The
realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It
was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he
had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he
knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended
my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and
I can do what we do. Upon
landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following
announcement over the intercom.
"Ladies
and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant
Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting
a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your
seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive
his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign." Without
a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as
it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to
be an American. So
here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we
can live the way we do.
signed:
Stuart Margel -- Washington, D.C.
Also,
here are two very touching photos honored at this years International Picture
of the Year. First
Place When
2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into
the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers
watched the family gather on the tarmac. During
the arrival of another Marine's casket last year at Denver International Airport,
Major Steve Beck described the scene as so powerful: "See the people in the
windows? They sat right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta
wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that
brought him home," he said. "They will remember being on that plane
for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home.
And they should."
Second
Place Todd
Heisler The Rocky Mountain News The night before the burial of her husband's
body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his
body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets
below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played
songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them
to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice
if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have
wanted."
You
Just Never Know Author Unknown Bill
worked in a factory on a production line, he was a big, awkward, homely guy. He
dressed oddly with ill-fitting clothes. There were several fellow workers who
thought it smart to make fun of him. One
day one fellow worker noticed a small tear in his shirt and gave it a small rip.
Another worker in the factory added his bit, and before long there was quite a
ribbon of cloth dangling. Bill went on about his work and as he passed too near
a moving belt the shirt strip was sucked into the machinery. In a split second
the sleeve and Bill was in trouble. Alarms were sounded, switches pulled, and
trouble was avoided. The
foreman then summoned all the workers and related this story: In
my younger days I worked in a small factory. That's when I first met Mike. He
was big and witty, was always making jokes, and playing little pranks. Mike was
a leader. Then there was Peter who was a follower. He always went along with Mike.
And then there was a man named Murray. He was a little older than the rest of
us - quiet, harmless, apart. He always ate his lunch by himself. He
wore the same patched trousers for three years straight. He never entered into
the games we played at noon, wrestling, horseshoes and such. He appeared to be
indifferent, always sitting quietly alone under a tree instead. Murray was a natural
target for practical jokes. He
might find a live frog in his lunch box, or a dead spider in his hat. But he always
took it in good humour. Then one autumn, when things were quiet in the factory,
Mike took off a few days to go hunting. Peter went along, of course. And they
promised all of us that if they got anything they'd bring us each a piece. So
we were all quite excited when we heard that they'd returned and that Mike had
got a really big buck. We heard more than that. Peter could never keep anything
to himself, and it leaked out that they had real whopper to play on Murray. Mike
had cut up the buck and had made a nice package for each of us. And, for the laugh,
for the joke of it, he had saved the ears, the tail, the hoofs - it would be so
funny when Murray unwrapped them. Mike
distributed his packages during the lunch break. We each got a nice piece, opened
it, and thanked him. The biggest package of all he saved until last. It was for
Murray. Peter was all but bursting; and Mike looked very smug. Like always, Murray
sat by himself; he was on the far side of the big table. Mike pushed the package
over to where he could reach it; and we all sat and waited. Murray
was never one to say much. You might never know that he was around for all the
talking he did. In three years he'd never said more than hundred words. So we
were all quite astounded with what happened next. He took the package firmly in
his grip and rose slowly to his feet. He smiled broadly at Mike - and it was then
we noticed that his eyes were glistening. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down
for a moment and then he got control of himself. 'I
knew you wouldn't forget me,' he said gratefully, 'I knew you'd come through!
You're big and you're playful, but I knew all along that you had a good heart.'
He
swallowed again, and then took in the rest of us. 'I know I haven't seemed too
chummy with you men; but I never meant to be rude. You see, I've got nine kids
at home - and a wife that's been an invalid - bedridden now for four years. She
ain't ever going to get any better. And sometimes when she's real bad off, I have
to sit up all night to take care of her. And most of my wages have had to go for
doctors and medicine. The
kids do all they can to help out, but at times it's been hard to keep food in
their mouths. Maybe you think it's funny that I go off by myself to eat my lunch.
Well, I guess I've been a little ashamed, because I don't always have anything
between my sandwich. Or like today - maybe there's only a raw turnip in my lunch
box. But I want you to know that this meat really means a lot to me. Maybe more
than to anybody here because tonight my kids' ... as he wiped the tears from his
eyes with the back of his hand ... 'tonight my kids will have a really good meal.' He
tugged at the string. We'd been watching Murray so intently we hadn't paid much
notice to Mike and Peter. But we all noticed them now, because they both tried
to grab the package. But they were too late. Murray had broken the wrapper and
was already surveying his present. He examined each hoof, each ear, and then he
held up the tail. It wiggled limply. It should have been so funny, but nobody
laughed - nobody at all. But
the hardest part was when Murray looked up and said 'Thank you' while trying to
smile. Silently one by one each man moved forward carrying his package and quietly
placed it in front of Murray for they had suddenly realised how little their own
gift had really meant to them, until now. This
was where the foreman left the story and the men. He didn't need to say any more;
but it was gratifying to notice that as each man ate his lunch that day, they
shared part with Bill and one fellow even took off his shirt and gave it to him.
BE
THANKFUL By Author Unknown
Be
thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. If you did, what
would there be to look forward to? Be
thankful when you don't know something, for it gives you the opportunity to
learn. Be
thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow. Be
thankful for your limitations, because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be
thankful for each new challenge, because it will build your strength and character.
Be
thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons. Be
thankful when you're tired and weary, because it means you've made a difference.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things. A
life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude
can turn a negative into a positive. Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings. |