There are times when you just know.
You know you are exactly where you are supposed to be, at the exact time you are supposed to be there.
It’s easier to be yourself when you’re in that place, isn’t it?
When your heart is so full, and your mind is so aware, and you care so much that there is much joy in the giving.
That place for me, is serving Wounded Warriors.
I grew up in a patriotic family with a long history of military service. So, I’ve always been a girl who recognizes the service and sacrifice of our military and their families. But last year, something happened.
When my little brother was spending a year in Afghanistan with the 10th Mountain Division, a guy from his company was seriously injured in an IED blast. I’ll never forget the fear and trembling in my brother’s voice when he told me about it a couple of days later.
I began to pray for this guy and his family.
Then, Chris came home on leave, and we went to visit Derek and meet his mom and then girlfriend (now fiance’!) at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in Bethesda, MD.
Something inside me shifted that day.
It was hard to come home from the hospital and think that anything else mattered. I had to do something. So, with your help, I began making meals for some of the wounded warriors and their families, and delivering them to the hospital.
Michael and I became good friends with Derek and Krystina as Derek healed.
Derek and Krystina and Derek’s mom, Siobhan (aka “Team Derek”) blessed us with a van!
For the last few months, I haven’t been to Walter Reed, because I was traveling so much for our election coverage.
And I missed it so much.
Because my heart is there, with those guys. And the women who stand by them.
I want to help.
I am profoundly grateful for their service and sacrifice.
And I know the lasting impact of a traumatic life-changing injury. I believe that Michael and I are in a unique position to guide these young couples.
My heart beats for exactly that.
I’ve been so busy since August, that I haven’t had time to sit down and sort out my thoughts about an experience we got to be a part of at the end of the Summer: The Joni and Friends Wounded Warrior Getaway at Sandy Cove in Maryland.
Thank you so much to those of you who donated so that we could be a part of this.
I want to share the long weekend in mid-September with you now.
Our room was great. Fully wheelchair accessible (we don’t have a roll-in shower at home, so it’s always nice to have one when we get the chance), awesome view.
We met the other volunteers, and started our training – which was very educational and eye-opening – all about what our warriors face on the battlefield, and the challenges they have adjusting when they get home.
Sunday, we had a little more training, then were commissioned for serving at the Getaway. The wounded warriors and their families arrived in the afternoon.
We helped them to their rooms.
Then, we all came together.
It’s amazing how a bunch of silly hats and costumes can break down language barriers.
At our Getaway, there were six Georgian warriors. Not like Waffle House Georgia, but Georgia, the country.
They didn’t speak a lot of English, but smiles translate in any language.
We had dinner together, then headed out by the water to watch a patriotic boat parade, and have homemade ice cream.
Then, we did something else that you don’t need English for – we danced.
That night, I dug up the Russian I learned in high school, and I was able to connect with wives of the Georgian warriors. Thank God for Google translate on my phone, too! It was fun.
The next morning, they welcomed me to sit with them. And we all became friends on Facebook.
There were a lot of super fun activities for the warriors and their families to participate in, like fishing.
It was so neat to see them take advantage of all of the opportunities.