Welcome Home, by JKMorgan
My journey was long, and I was exhausted. The winding road had been full of turbulent dips through valleys and painful climbs over every hill of every mountain. Along the way, strangers became family, friends became enemies, and I learned from both. I have seen many things in my life but none as beautiful as my family and friends waiting at the gate to welcome me home. But many were missing. Then my Heavenly Father stepped forward, held open his arms, and said, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
Face to Face With My Hero, by JKMorgan
My heart raced as I entered my commander’s office for my next assignment. The formality of my salute was a poor tribute to his guest, Battalion Commander Richard Nichols. The famed seven-foot, bulging muscle, superman war hero that I’d imagined, was a mere five-foot-eight, average-built man sporting a full head of grey hair he’d undoubtedly earned as a POW during the Vietnam War. When he graduated from West Point, I wasn’t even a glint in my father’s eye. In fact, my parents hadn’t gone on their first date. Now, I was tasked with protecting this National Treasure.
If Only It Somehow Made Sense, by JKMorgan
No matter how much I plan, we never get out the door on time. “I’ve got your science project, Sammy Jo, let’s go.”
“Just bring them, I’ll catch Billy.” We were out the door, in the van, and minutes away from the carpool lane when I remembered the cookies on the counter. “I’ll get them here before your party. I promise.”
As I drove away, Sammy’s tear-filled eyes confirmed her doubt and disappointment.
She waited all day, but Billy and I never returned. Only the drunk driver walked away
It was just another day living inside barriers forced on me by chronic illness. My body wouldn’t respond, helplessness took hold, and despair came to stay. “God, I can’t go on.” Strangers random text: Interested in selling your home? You: Excellent. When are you moving? You: That soon? Where? Your 911 call resulted in six months of in-patient care learning that a broken body doesn’t mean worthless. Your flowers and visits supported my victory in the battle for life. Twelve years later: You: Happy 10th Anniversary, my Love
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