July 10, 2026 – 9:38 a.m.
Morning.
I’ve been awake for a little while.
There’s the sound of an airplane outside my slightly open door.
The same door I’ve walked past for over a decade.
Year after year.
Ah…
Every day adds up.
You never really know where it’s going to lead—or not lead.
Everything matters.
Sometimes a bad decision quietly leads you toward something good that you never could’ve imagined.
The uncomfortable part is what we usually hate.
That period of…
“What the hell?”
I’ve always hated war.
Most wars seem to begin because somebody profits, whether the public is told the truth or not.
Then people die.
And the ones who survive often carry the weight of it for the rest of their lives.
Years ago, I worked at LAX helping elderly and disabled passengers.
I’d drive a golf cart through the terminals.
I always remember the color.
Not quite white.
Not quite yellow.
Almost…
Bone colored.
One day I picked up three people.
Two men.
One woman.
They all looked to be in their early thirties.
Each one was missing a leg.
Each one wore a prosthetic.
They were wearing U.S. Army uniforms.
What surprised me wasn’t what they had lost.
It was how they carried themselves.
They were laughing.
Talking.
Smiling.
Completely present.
I paused.
Without warning…
I almost cried.
It caught me off guard.
I simply said,
“Thank you for your service.”
They smiled.
“You’re welcome.”
Then they kept talking and laughing as if it were just another day.
I remember thinking…
They don’t seem defeated.
I walked away with something I didn’t expect.
Respect.
Have an incredible day.
And if you’re having a difficult one…
Remember…
This won’t last forever.
Enjoy your cup of coffee.
Question
Has someone ever changed your perspective without saying very much?
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