5 HUGS, 2 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 2 diners at Chili’s)
I get these fantastic ideas in my head about the direction I want my blog to take. I picture these ideas taking form and am inspired to make them happen. I always begin in the direction I intended, but all too often I am veered off course. It is when I follow the new direction that amazing experiences occur.
Today I was veered off course. My family and I took a trip down to the coast with the intention of ending the day at the battleship USS North Carolina in Wilmington. At 5:45 they were to have a Memorial Day ceremony that was to include a 21 gun salute and a playing of Taps. I was excited to be a part of this ceremony and looked forward to hugging a veteran as I had yet to find one all weekend. My normally scared of the ocean 4 year old decided he had a new found love of the ocean. He was so cute and so excited that we stayed longer than planned. Then, not anticipating the amount of traffic leaving the beach at 5:00 (what were we thinking??) we got stuck in traffic. Needless to say, we did not make it to the battleship.
As we were trying to decide where to eat dinner, my thoughts kept drifting to, “I am going to have my first failed blog post of the year. I will not have hugged a veteran like I wanted this weekend.” I knew there was a possibility of seeing a veteran at the restaurant, but how would I even know unless they were in uniform. We arrived at Chili’s and sat at a table next to 2 men. One had lost his leg. Could it be? Had I found my veteran? I knew I had to ask, but stopped to think, what are my intentions? Do I need to know because I want this story for my blog or am I going to ask for the honorable reason of wanting to share my joy? I decided that I had yet to share joy with anyone besides my family today and that is my ultimate goal. On to the next concern. What if he is not a veteran? Will I offend him? I wouldn’t know unless I asked. I took a deep breath and stepped up to their table. Turns out he was not a veteran, but welcomed my hug anyway. (phew!) He then proceeded to tell me that although he wasn’t, his son was. I asked him to please pass along my thanks to his son for his service and turned to give the 2nd gentleman at the table a hug which he freely accepted. They smiled warmly at me as I retreated and I felt such gratitude for once again being veered off course.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.