Something Small / Something Big

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My son, serving his second tour in Iraq, just sent in this post that he wanted me to share.

Last night I wrote an email to my father about the situation in the Middle East. For the past several months, Iran has been a toxic element in this area, feeding anti-American and anti-Semitic interests money, weapons, and support. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the world at large tolerating dictators and terrorists. This is the fight of our lives, and if we don't stand united against this threat it will throw the entire planet into chaos. But I digress.

Shortly after I sent that email my fiancée got online and we talked for several hours, and when we parted digital ways for the night, I realized I felt better. So what changed? The Middle East didn't get any less dangerous or volatile in that span of time. It's still going to be several months before I rotate back to the world. Why did I suddenly feel better about the future and life in general? Simple. I spent an evening talking to the best thing in my life, and that put things in perspective. In this day and age of 24/7 news coverage, it's easy to get wrapped up in problems abroad: war, politics, and scandals it's easy to forget that there is beauty in this world. I think my father, in his way, tries to remind people of that with his humor and his photos.

Most of what I post on this site is some kind of doom and gloom. I'm not saying we should ignore the issues around us, but we all need to remember the good things that make life worthwhile. Good friends, good food, good times. Sunrise and sunset. A child's laughter. If everyone everywhere spent more energy on the good things in their lives, maybe the world wouldn't have so many problems.

Oh well. I'm off my soapbox now. Before I send this out though, let me share something with you: the topic of my conversation with my fiancée was our wedding. Next month.

Good things.

(My son and his bride-to-be will marry while he is home on leave from Iraq.)

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