|Posted on November 27, 2011 at 3:10 PM|
I’ve come to be a firm believer in that, people come in and out of our lives for a reason. Some are meant to be the rare, that leave footprints on our hearts, forever. Then there are those who are meant to cause us heartache, anger, and even pain sometimes in order to lean, grow, and do better. People will always have an impact in your life whether it is the stranger who covered you with the nickel you didn’t have, or the ex boyfriend who cheated on you, and left you haunted for years.
People are also put on earth for a purpose. Some for a season, some a lifetime, and some leave their mark, forever. When I was a young child, I remember going to the Pediatricians office and always leaving happy. Typically, children are terrified, but my doctor somehow made me feel warm. Maybe it was the colorful walls, pretty fish tank, or maybe even the lollipops I got at the end.
When I was about seven years old, I went in for a checkup. The doctor noticed a vein on the top of my chest, right above my heart. The vein oddly, was imprinted in the shape of a heart. He looked up at my mom and smiled and told her, “your daughter is going to love long, strong, and hard. Her vein is letting the world know, move over, I’m a lover.”
My mom of course, was quite amused herself and always reminded me of the story growing up. I found the vein to be quite interesting, and more noticeable when I came out of the shower. I would show my close friends and they always smiled in awe. As I continued growing older, I felt as though I really was put on earth to love. I always found myself to carry a motherly nature around my friends, constantly worrying, carrying hope, and always having their best interest.
In that, I further continued to always support my friends and those around me, because that is what love is. It is the purpose of wanting the best for others, despite your own battles.
C. Yost once said, “Life is the only chance you get, how you live it, what you take from it, how much you give back.. a joy and a heartbreak, doing the best with what you have, loving with all of your heart, treating all forms of it with respect, and a wondrous beautiful mystery.”
Giving and receiving love is what I believe I was destined to do. But, there are those far greater, more heroic, and much greater than I. Those who I look up to, idolize, and cherish for their own choices in wanting to make the world a better place.
At a young age, Tyler Holtz left the earth impacting thousands of lives, with purpose. Sergeant Holtz, in the Army elite Ranger regiment gave another Ranger a letter on his fourth deployment to Afghanistan. He explained to send the letter home, if anything ever happened to him.
The letter read, “I want to make myself perfectly clear about why I gave my life for this.Don't make the mistake of thinking I joined the Army out of some misguided, short lived sense of patriotism. My sense of duty and place in the Army was something I couldn't get rid of. I had and have a deep [seated] feeling of pride and joy in my heart and in my soul when I was/am protecting someone. What I was most proud of and died protecting was you, those I loved, my country, and my God. I know why I was fighting. I was fighting so that you wouldn't have to deal with or die in another 9/11. I was fighting so that you and America would never have [to] know another war on our soil. I died happy. Maybe not peacefully, but happy, and with purpose. That's all I could have ever asked for.”
I guess that’s what life is about. Having a purpose. For some, it lasts only a season, and some, some are lucky enough to leave behind a movement.
R.I.P Sergeant Holtz, a man who’s bravery, courage, and honor to our country will forever be imprinted in the hearts of others. As for me, I’ll be sure to reflect it upon my vein others see.
"I thank God for my life and for the stars and stripes. May freedom forever fly, let it ring. Salute the ones who died. The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice; all the things we love..."
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