Where the Heroes Are

I played a show this week at the VA hospital in Cheyenne, Wyoming and hung out signing CDs. I had simple conversations and ones of substance throughout the day. I met victims of every kind. But they acted little like victims. They were all cheerful... were all gracious... all brave... and all kind. I was in a room full of respect, honor, courage, and commitment to the good of themselves and all those around them. They were all heroes.

It's funny, some folks have placed that word, "hero", next to my name before. And, when they did, I usually let them... quietly abstaining from comment. Never again. If you want to see a hero, go to your local VA hospital, or any hospital for that matter. The heroes will be all around you, in all shapes and sizes: men, women, children, survivors, supporters, doctors, nurses, administrators, drivers. All of them carry on, despite days of suffering and anguish. And, most amazingly, they do it with a smile. I promise, when you go, all of your problems will melt away, like ice cream in a warm bowl. Leaving you with a taste of admiration and respect that will stay with you until the next time you go. It was a day I will remember forever.