1. My mother was diagnosed with the very beginning stages of dementia.
2. My job - total upheaval and change. Not necessarily bad but dramatically and completely different.
3. Add to that the typical stress of life. Not enough time. Hustle and bustle.
I have most definitely been in a funk period as a result of all of the above. I'm not prone to whining or complaining so I've kept most of this very private or have spoken in very general terms.
This past weekend (Thanksgiving weekend in the US), I received a real dose of perspective. Dan is home on leave from deployment overseas. He's the one on the right in the picture below. The one with the uncombed hair is my son. He's been friends with Dan for several years.
Dan came over for a couple of hours Sunday night to talk to me because he knew I wanted to see him. He was deployed in May almost directly from Basic Training and he's been through so much. He's always been very chatty so he shared a lot.
He's been shot. In the head. His kevlar helmet saved his life. Most of us will believe that it was more than a helmet that is responsible for him being here today.
He works 12+ hours a day 7 days a week. He also has PT daily. He's a medic with a trauma unit (level 2 I think he said) that receives wounded directly from the front line. That is, if he's not out there treating them in the field while putting his own life in the line of fire. He has seen unthinkable things.
When he goes back, he's being assigned to a new squadron. Dan shared with me the prior 8 medics with this squadron have been "lost".
Lost meaning ALL prior 8 medics were shot. 4 fatally.
My worries? Insignificant. Funk to thankfulness and a new positive perspective with a single conversation.
Please keep Dan and the thousands of others serving their country across the world in your thoughts and prayers. They truly need them.