Today I saw the inside of Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C. We were only there for six hours, and yet I saw so many things that really affected me.
I saw a soldier be medically discharged, ending his military career.
A veteran took her first steps on an artificial leg.
I met a hopeful quadruple amputee that is one month younger than me.
I learned how doctors at Walter Reed are able to reconstruct soldier's skulls in 4 hours, when it used to take 12.
I saw pictures of double amputees who were able to do all of the things that they used to do, including hunting, fishing and skiing.
I met the mothers, fathers, wives, husbands and siblings who give up everything in their life to stand by the soldier that they love.
I heard stories of toddlers taking their first steps as their mothers and fathers begin to walk again.
On the way out, one of my coworkers said that on the way home, we should really stop and a church and pray for all of the healing that is going on in that place, and he was completely right because it really is a remarkable place.
We are so incredibly lucky to live in the land of the free and the home of the brave, but it's so easy to forget that people fight for that every single day.
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Goosebumps....we are very blessed to have all of those soliders and their families that you met yesterday.
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