On January
27, 2015 I took a day off from work to go fishing. I always take that day off each year in
remembrance of my father, who passed away in 2007. Bass fishing was one of the things we both
loved to do (although we rarely ever did it together). It’s funny – I feel as if he’s with me now
though every time I go fishing and especially on January 27.
This time
around, I took a detour. I didn’t find
myself on a lake focused on catching fish.
My life has been incredibly busy with work, the passing of my mother and
all the other things that fill up one’s life.
Fishing requires a lot of focus and it’s not enjoyable when your mind is
racing all the time.
My wife
Cheryl came up with a great idea for me and a way that I could still feel
connected to my father. I went to the
movies, but not to see just any movie – to see “American Sniper.” My father spent nearly 30 years of his life
in the Marines and this was exactly the kind of movie, he would love. The fact that it was directed by Clint
Eastwood would make it that much more appealing to him.
What a
movie.
As I walked
out of the theatre, I felt a little bit numb.
I knew the movie had an effect on me, but I wasn’t sure what that
was. I kept saying to myself – “nobody
died today.” I kept saying that because
I thought no matter how bad my day is, no matter how busy work is or how
complicated life is in general – at least, nobody in my family or in my circle
of friends – died today.
I saw my
father take his last breath. I saw my
mother do the same and I watched her suffer and struggle along the way as she
battled pulmonary fibrosis. I saw my
father-in-law Charles battle cancer and I was there when he took his last
breath. Those were horrible days. Three of the worst days of my life. Everything else really isn’t that important
when you put things into the proper perspective. And that’s what the movie did for me. It reminded me of proper perspective.
Sometimes we
focus on things that in the grand scheme of things aren’t that important. They’re not life and death matters.
I haven’t
stopped thinking about American Sniper since I saw it. I haven’t stopped thinking about Chris Kyle
and the thousands of others who put their lives on the line to protect our
freedoms. We’re the land of the free and
home of the brave and Chris Kyle represented the very best of that.
What a
person. What a hero. What an American.
The movie
made me want to shake the hand of every solider and veteran I could find. It made me want to just say thank you, thank
you, thank you. There aren’t words
enough that can fully capture the gratitude I have for our veterans. I’m the product of a military family and I
have always respected the armed forces, but sometimes even I need a little
reminder. I don’t think I’ve thanked the
men and women who serve enough.
I thought about
a time a few years back when I was in Seattle for business. It also happened to be a time when the Angels
were in town to face Seattle. I was
staying in a near-by hotel and after work, headed to the game. I was in the elevator when an older gentleman
joined me. He was wearing a baseball cap
with a Navy logo and the name of a ship he must have served on. I commented on his hat and he provided me a little
background.
As we hit
the ground floor and prepared to step out, I reached out to shake his hand and
I said, “Thank you for your service.”
The man looked stunned. His
reaction surprised me, as he gathered himself and said, “No one has ever thanked
me before.” He was very moved by those
five little words.
I walked
away thinking how sad that here was a man who looked to be in his 70’s and no
one had ever thanked him for his service.
How could that be?
I was about
to go do something very American – watch a baseball game and I couldn’t believe
that no one had ever thanked this American for what he did.
I love
baseball. I also love my country. Maybe the two go hand in hand. I think about the great Americans who not
only played baseball, but also served their country. People like Ted Williams and Jerry Coleman
and I feel like the game and the armed forces are somehow connected. I love it when veterans are recognized at
baseball games and are asked to stand and be recognized. I love it when Navy Seals parachute out of
the sky to deliver the American flag before a game and I still get chills when Marine
Corp fighter pilots fly over the stadium during our National Anthem.
How lucky am
I that I live in America and get to enjoy America’s favorite pastime? How lucky
am I that individuals like Chris Kyle have made it possible for me to live the
life I live? How tragic that his life
was cut short and that his family has to live on without him.
Baseball
will be back soon. Pitchers and catchers
will report in less than a month. It’s
been a long winter and I can’t wait for baseball to be return. That’s one of the great thing about baseball;
it always returns. Not so with some of
the men and women serving overseas in our armed forces. You might even say they might not return so
that baseball can.
Think about
that.
I’ll be
thinking about Chris Kyle when I head to the stadium this year. I’ll also be thinking about my father, who I
don’t recall ever thanking for his service – which included two tours in
Vietnam. I probably took it for granted – just like the friends and family of
the gentleman I met in Seattle. Shame
on us; shame on me.
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