Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Ever wonder?

I don't EVER want to know what it feels like to get the phone call that something has happened to someone you love. I blogged a while back about Noah, the soldier injured in an IED explosion in Iraq. Here are the details from his mom about what it was like to get the phone call.

God bless him and his family, please.

Now, I'm sitting at work trying to look professional despite blubbering quietly. PMS came at a really bad time, not that there is ever a good time.

I was crying on the way to work listening to stories of the horror of Katrina. I heard of one guy who was holding his wife until the water washed her away from his grasp. This made me sob. Listening to a couple on the news this morning while getting ready talking about losing all their family antiques and possessions. I just always put myself in other people's places. It is a terrible weakness, I think. I believe it comes from my experiences as a childhood cancer survivor. I always knew how horrible my life was, but there was always someone worse off and it made me feel guilty for not having it THAT bad. Why them? Life seems so unfair. *see life lesson* Then, I knew it was more than sympathy when I cried at Girl Scout commercial on the radio. Ahhh, PMS has come to pay me a visit. *deep sigh*

Anyway, say some prayers for people today. I will be.


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