He’s not here in the mornings as I watch the sun rise around his desk, but most evenings after everyone else has left I’ll find him still working away. We both served our country during war, he’s retired Army, and some evening we share our feelings about the wars of today and our memories. Friday I reminisced about how it took me years to stop wearing my dog tags and a POW/MIA bracelet that connected me to lost friends. Saturday, I woke up in tears, looked for my dog tags, walked outside and immediately smelled the flowers that reconnected me with my peace. Years ago, the day I stop wearing my dog tags, I’d realized peace starts with me in my garden of family and friends. Plant a seed for peace in your garden today.
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