He pointed to the sink, “clean up, you did a good job of
stitching up his knee, how long have you been a medic?” “Oh, I’m not a medic Sir, I rode in with the chopper,
I’m his platoon leader”. He smiled as he
turned and walked away, and as I felt the water on my hands, I woke from this lost
memory and realized there have been times I’ve stitched my life back together through
the momentary connection with a stranger.
Maybe a short deep conversations or a warm hug, both have almost immediately
begin opening my heart. For it is only through an open heart we reclaim the resilience
that stitches life back together. Today,
make momentary heart connections.
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