“Our Family”
So how do we treat our family members, the ones that don’t share common bloodlines or last names? Are we quick to judge when we see mothers getting frustrated in the commissary when their children are acting out? Do we turn the other cheek when we see soldiers frantically waiting at the back of the line at the PX hoping to not be late? Are we quick to name call on social media networks when someone shares something that doesn’t exactly align with our views? What about those who we actually know? Do we get what we want out of them then throw them away when they are no longer of use to us?
Most of us are broken. Some of us are held together by glue and duct tape. Sometimes the snarkiest remark or even the littlest smile can be the difference between breaking and rebuilding. We as a community can do better. Most of the time we cannot effectively differentiate between those who are rebuilding and those who are about to collapse. Let us try a littler harder to be a little better and treat each other with the respect and gentleness that we would be grateful for, especially when we are in the crumbling stages.
We are family. We unite in the fact that someone else, somewhere else swore the same oath and promised the same promise. We don’t know each other but we ARE family because those we love bare the same crest, fight the same fight, and face the same unknown. We are all STILL HERE, still trying to live in accordance with that ever so sweet thought of “pursing happiness.” We need each other, therefore; let us BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER.
