Rebecca12345
<font color=blue>Dear Rebecca, Yes there IS a Tag
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2003
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hi Friends,
I returned to my warm safe home tonight to an email from the owner of my LSS. She asked that it be passed on to others. Prayers are needed - Please read this & remember all those who are serving & away from their loved ones at this holiday time.
Thank you
Merry Christmas!
"I was going to send out a little Christmas message today.
Whatever I had wanted to say, in the whole scope of today, right now,
would seemingly be unimportant in the big picture.
Timing is everything. People are brought into our lives when we need
them most and I have a customer that needs us.
Tuesday morning I sent an e-mail. I sent an e-mail to a customer of
mine who had not been in since we moved but had stopped in the other
day. We caught up with each other and it was like no time had passed.
I sent an e-mail Tuesday.
I sent an e-mail to her to tell her that since she had been in, I have
not been able to get her and her husband out of my mind. I told her
that they have been in my thoughts and that I appreciate all that her
husband is doing so that my family is safe. I told her that in light of
what had just happened in Mosul earlier that day I would say an extra
prayer for him that he is kept safe.
She just called me. Elizabeth is leaving immediately for Washington.
Her husband is part of the Stryker Brigade and is one of the critically
wounded from the bombing Tuesday in Mosul.
When we were talking last month she told me that he had just left to
replace the guys that had just come back (Nola's husband was in that
group). I had told her that I admire and have a ton of respect for
Military wives because frankly, I don't have the guts to be the wife of
a military guy, or police or firefighter, for that matter. I'm too
selfish and too much of a whimp.
Do you know what she said to me? She said, "He's just doing his job
like everyone else."
He's just doing his J-O-B.
I don't think so.
I sit in my store with my two little boys and look out huge windows to
peaceful streets. I don't hear the whistle of an incoming missle or the
deafening thunder of an explosion. I don't see plumes of smoke off in
the distant and I don't live in fear of what the next moment holds for
me and my family. I don't worry about my store or home being stormed
and I have never been concerned about being a hostage.
I don't have to worry about any of these things because there are many
men and women over in Iraq and abroad who have got my family's back.
There are husband's and wives, father's and mother's, sisters and
brothers, daughter's and son's who are going to wake up Saturday
morning, not to stockings hung by the chimney with care, but to mortar
fire. Hostile fire from insurgents who fear freedom and, I can only
assume, have no desire to enjoy the greatness that the feeling of
peacefulness can bring.
Instead, they send in a coward in the name of bravery to blow himself up
as he sits among the bravest of the brave. How ironic. He certainly
did not deserve to sit among them.
So, I ask this of you. Whatever be your faith, please say a prayer for
Elizabeth's husband and for Elizabeth. Please say a prayer for
Elizabeth's safe passage to see her husband so she can be with him.
Please say a prayer for her husband that he does not become one of the
fallen but that he can come safely back to us.
Please pass this along and ask your co-workers, family members,
everybody, to keep him and the others serving our country in their
prayers.
May God continue to hold us all in the palm of His hand.
Merry Christmas
Nancy"
I returned to my warm safe home tonight to an email from the owner of my LSS. She asked that it be passed on to others. Prayers are needed - Please read this & remember all those who are serving & away from their loved ones at this holiday time.
Thank you
Merry Christmas!
"I was going to send out a little Christmas message today.
Whatever I had wanted to say, in the whole scope of today, right now,
would seemingly be unimportant in the big picture.
Timing is everything. People are brought into our lives when we need
them most and I have a customer that needs us.
Tuesday morning I sent an e-mail. I sent an e-mail to a customer of
mine who had not been in since we moved but had stopped in the other
day. We caught up with each other and it was like no time had passed.
I sent an e-mail Tuesday.
I sent an e-mail to her to tell her that since she had been in, I have
not been able to get her and her husband out of my mind. I told her
that they have been in my thoughts and that I appreciate all that her
husband is doing so that my family is safe. I told her that in light of
what had just happened in Mosul earlier that day I would say an extra
prayer for him that he is kept safe.
She just called me. Elizabeth is leaving immediately for Washington.
Her husband is part of the Stryker Brigade and is one of the critically
wounded from the bombing Tuesday in Mosul.
When we were talking last month she told me that he had just left to
replace the guys that had just come back (Nola's husband was in that
group). I had told her that I admire and have a ton of respect for
Military wives because frankly, I don't have the guts to be the wife of
a military guy, or police or firefighter, for that matter. I'm too
selfish and too much of a whimp.
Do you know what she said to me? She said, "He's just doing his job
like everyone else."
He's just doing his J-O-B.
I don't think so.
I sit in my store with my two little boys and look out huge windows to
peaceful streets. I don't hear the whistle of an incoming missle or the
deafening thunder of an explosion. I don't see plumes of smoke off in
the distant and I don't live in fear of what the next moment holds for
me and my family. I don't worry about my store or home being stormed
and I have never been concerned about being a hostage.
I don't have to worry about any of these things because there are many
men and women over in Iraq and abroad who have got my family's back.
There are husband's and wives, father's and mother's, sisters and
brothers, daughter's and son's who are going to wake up Saturday
morning, not to stockings hung by the chimney with care, but to mortar
fire. Hostile fire from insurgents who fear freedom and, I can only
assume, have no desire to enjoy the greatness that the feeling of
peacefulness can bring.
Instead, they send in a coward in the name of bravery to blow himself up
as he sits among the bravest of the brave. How ironic. He certainly
did not deserve to sit among them.
So, I ask this of you. Whatever be your faith, please say a prayer for
Elizabeth's husband and for Elizabeth. Please say a prayer for
Elizabeth's safe passage to see her husband so she can be with him.
Please say a prayer for her husband that he does not become one of the
fallen but that he can come safely back to us.
Please pass this along and ask your co-workers, family members,
everybody, to keep him and the others serving our country in their
prayers.
May God continue to hold us all in the palm of His hand.
Merry Christmas
Nancy"
