To whom do you owe your life? I’m not talking about the couple that shared
a private moment; I’m taking about the people that made the world that you live
in. Some escaped oppression to seek
promise in the New World. Everyone has a
family story of how they got here. What
about the people that risked everything to start again and again when crops or
businesses failed. The inventors and the
dreamers. And remember the soldiers that
marched off to war; mere boys to start the march and the men that came home. And sadly, those that didn’t. The world you enjoy was shaped by all the
little pieces contributed by everyone that came before you. In a time where so many live in the world of
“I”, our world is so much bigger than just you.
When you find yourself frustrated when an old man or woman
walks too slow, or repeats a story again and again, find patience in your heart
and think about how they may have influenced this world you call home. My pastor’s story in the Christmas Eve service
was about the couple, Joseph and Mary, who were turned away from the inn the
night Jesus was born. Later, he
mentioned Hall of Famer Hank Aaron’s story about a full hotel and how he was
told that there were no rooms available until someone recognized him. The clerk told Hank he would have given him a
room initially if he had known that he was somebody. Hank replied that everyone is somebody. Everyone you meet is somebody. Collectively, all of those somebodies have made
the world that molds your life.
My dad didn’t look like someone extraordinary, but he
was. Mom thought he hung the moon and
since I look like him, I’ll admit he was a very good looking man. He never put on airs. He wasn’t one to tell stories about himself
or boast of his accomplishments. Actually,
he hardly ever spoke of himself. But,
from very humble beginnings, he put himself through college, earned a Bronze
Star in Korea while fighting on the 38th parallel, educated farmers
for 34 years on ways to improve their crops as a soil conservationist, and
raised three kids to respect America, honor our word and strive to make this
world a better place.
He’d give you the shirt off his back, pull you out of a
ditch or give you his last dollar. My
dad really was a somebody. And not just
to me and my family. He saved soldiers’
lives in Korea when he carried the wounded to safety. As an expert marksman, he taught other
soldiers how to shoot. He saved farmers’
farms by making them productive. More
than once, he pulled a car out of the ditch on a snowy night. The list is just too long, but you get the
idea. He made a difference in so many
lives. You wouldn’t know it to meet him
and he wouldn’t take credit for any of it.
It was just the right thing to do.
My dad represents everything good about this country. He quietly marched through his life, silently
performing good deeds along his journey.
I see him every time I see the US flag fly. He wasn’t just somebody, he was a hero; he
made this world a better place. So, if
you find yourself in an “all about me” moment, ask yourself if your actions will
make you anyone’s hero? And before you
push your way past the old man struggling with his burden, remember that he is
somebody. Maybe just the somebody that
made the life you enjoy possible.