Speaking From A New Place

 The new journey has begun.   I sit outside of my new abode waiting for my little man to come home from school. David gets off his school bus with such a great big smile and I am so happy he has matriculated into his new environment so well.  I try to communicate with him along the way so as to keep him from any surprises.  I am enjoying feeling the refreshing, cool breeze blow all around me. I am so relaxed that I nearly feel sedated.  I am somewhat proud of myself for having gone for so long without access to my computer.  I often wondered how I would fare if I were not able to read my email or blog or check in on Facebook on a daily basis.  It's not as bad as I thought, and besides, people who are busier than I am do not get on that much anyway.
 The new surroundings are nice; but then again, isn't that just like God?  There are several things I had forseen prior to arriving here that are already coming to pass. This is a very exciting time for us all.
 Fortunately I was not on-line during the 9/11 anniversary. It wasn't until recently that I even allowed myself to venture away from the house each year on that day. I've gotten much better about it now but it was a crazy time for me back then. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the towers fell.  I had retired from the Army and was working as an administrator at a juvenile detention facility in Cincinnati, Ohio. I recall how angry I had become as I watched the planes collide into, and later bring down, the Twin Towers on television. The next day I was prompted to write a letter to the editorial department of the Cincinnati Herald newspaper. The letter was printed and largely read on the campus.  I remember becoming angry again when some of my "fellow" co-workers criticized me for selling out to "this country", as they put it.  I served 24 hard years in the military and served alongside of some of the best men one could ever meet and call "brother". We defended our way of life on soil, both foreign and domestic, so that Americans could travel freely, eat ice cream at night, walk the streets, shop at Wal Mart, have BBQ dinners with friends, watch Sunday Night Football; and a host of things other countries can only dream about. I am proud to have done my part. Yes, I have scars from my service, but those scars made me a better man in so many ways.  So to those who laugh at my patriotism I say "Ignorance isn't bliss, its just plain old stupid".  
It's good to talk with you again.
Dennis