What is a Veteran

Now, I am sure you all know that Veterans day arrived on the 11th. My school had a service where any kid with a veteran in service could come. It was a very nice assembly. We sang the national anthem, too. I want you to know what sacrifice means, at least what it means to me. Before I tell you, I would like to say that both of my grandfathers were in the army. My Poppie recently passed away at the age of 85- He was very respectful of anyone in service. He was the best hero I know. I want to keep how he felt about the Military alive. Because if everyone thought about the world like he did, the world would be a much better place to live in. Here is what I think sacrifice means:

What is a veteran?

Some people may ask this question, but does any person other than a veteran know the true answer? The only thing I know is what they give up: their sacrifice for us.  There was a picture taken at an army base. It shows a soldier walking in, and a white board. The white board says this: “America is not at war, The Marine corps is, America is at the mall. What does this really state?” So many people around America say “ America is fighting a war !” But, are we? America as a whole is not, it is only the soldiers who are. They sacrifice their lives for our safety. We do not physically fight or give up anything, veterans do.

We have the freedom to go to the mall, walk down the street, and sleep without a care in our minds because of them. Do we really deserve their sacrifice? No we don't, because we are ordinary, they are extraordinary . So, the next time you go to McDonald's and see someone, a veteran, thank them. Thank you all for sacrificing everything you are for… the people of America.

Make your own stories

Thanks so much for coming to our very first discussion! Let's hope that I can reach out to you in our discussion.   Once again, thank you for coming!

Yesterday, I took a bike ride, A 15 mile bike ride. Whew, that was exhausting! But, I am so glad that I did it. I biked through a beautiful trail. The leaves on the ground shimmered in their beauty. There were some that had vibrant red and yellow colors; but there were some, most,  who were a little more, sutler, like the color beige or even gray. All of these leaves were just as beautiful as the next, at one point in time.  They had the trees inside of them, bracing off their stories, and it is the story that matters. The sun crashed through all of the trees, making even the dullest of dull, seem vibrant. It's beams were partially blinding, but I couldn't help but look at them.

Now, as you were reading my yesterday story what were you doing? Reading my story, right?  Don't get me wrong, reading stories can be very up lifting and help a lot, after all, that is kinda the point of this blog! But, I also want you to make your own stories. Life is short, why spend it looking at what other people have accomplished? I encourage you to live life to the fullest, be the most vibrant leaf created, and make your own history. Your own story.

Remember, I post two days a week, so you can take in what I have to say, apply it to your own stories, and for some guidance in them. I would love to here your stories, and i'm sure the rest of the world would to! So comment what you have done, and I might even use one of your stories in my posts(and of course I will give you the credit :) ) Have a great Sunday and I will be back tomorrow!

sincerely~ Carolineinspire