On Sunday I packed my kids up and we went to the National WWII Memorial in Washington, D.C. My wonderful friend Kelly joined us for the day, and snapped some pictures for me while I was helping the kids. If you’ve never heard of Honor Flight Network, it is a group of people who made it their mission in life that every living WWII Veteran gets the opportunity to visit ‘their’ memorial. It is THEIR memorial, and Honor Flight makes sure that they are treated as such. Flights come in from all over with the veterans and their escorts, or Guardians. On Sunday we received Veterans from Dayton, Ohio. Among the WWII veterans there were also Korean and Vietnam. Many groups within the larger Network, accept applications to assist veterans from those campaigns make it out to DC. My kids were absolutely thrilled with the experience and have already asked me to do again. Other than my own personal gratification and warmth I receive for doing these sorts of things, knowing that I am actually making a difference; it is the looks on my children’s faces and their requests to do it again that make me want to keep going again and again. This is a wonderful service opportunity, whether or not you are located in DC. Make sure to Visit HFN and find out if there is a hub near you.
This has been a long long lesson in my life, a lesson that I think I’ve had to relearn as I’ve gone through different stages of my life. Sometimes I have a really hard time saying no. I want to be and am often the person that gets brought in on things because I’m reliable and I do things right the first time. Its not even about tooting my own horn, you probably are that person too. Its part of who you are right? You might also be the person that cares what people think of you, in the sense that you don’t want people to be disappointed with you and it eats away at you. Sometimes I still feel like that girl, and I know when its happening to me. I call one of my bff’s in particular (she’s like me) and we talk about what we’re thinking and about how ridiculous we are. Its kind of like a mini therapy session and I love her for it. Where’s this all going? Well, Sunday during our small group I was having a conversation with a mom about saying no. A light went off behind her eyes and I knew….I knew she was just like me.