I was inclined to start this post with a little whine — really because I don’t have too much to say about anything because the stuff I’ve been digging into lately is new to me so I’m working on formulating informed opinions and, just becoming informed, my opinions aren’t too sophisticated yet — but I came across something that stopped me in my tracks. Seriously, I think I may have just fallen in love.
Carter, 33, appeared reflective and at times smiled bashfully as Obama recognized him for his “conspicuous gallantry” in the dramatic Battle of Kamdesh, a day-long firefight with Taliban militants at a remote Afghan outpost near the Pakistan border.
Early in his remarks in the White House’s East Room, Obama turned to Carter’s young children and said: “If you want to know what a true American hero looks like, then you don’t have to look too far.”
But it’s the video, his own re-telling, that hits. Remember that theory about love and the meaning of life? I see it here. Love for his fallen brother compelled him, despite knowing the risks, to act. Is there greater meaning to life than recognizing how precious it is and saving it? During medieval times, the highest form of love was considered the love shared between soldiers and knights on the battlefield. Romantic love wasn’t even considered remotely close. Now ladies, I know that’s a tough one to swallow — it was for me as the hopeless romantic studying this stuff in college — but that changed for me when my grandpa visited Georgia the Christmas before he died. He was a marine during WWII and, according to my mother and grandmother, he never spoke of what he saw or went through while overseas. Until he came that Christmas, when he must have known his time was short, because he began to talk. My sister and I were talking about on the phone the other day. How he gathered all of us — grandchildren and great-grandchildren — around the sitting room and spoke of things we weren’t sure we wanted to hear. He gave my brother Andrew his USMC ring — he and Drew always shared a special connection (and I got your call Drew; I’ll call today) — and alluded to the deaths of children and men he loved and things we were lucky never to have seen. He died less than a month later.
As I said, I was going to be all whiny about how sometimes making a grand departure from your comfort zone and acting in a way almost completely foreign to your character doesn’t actually pan out with positives. You can be made to feel like you’re a bad person or that you screwed up or that you were stupid. But you know what? Bump that. Courage is taking the risk. Thanks for that trait Grandpa Dix. So glad I got to know you and see firsthand where I get my love of water and boats and swimming butterfly like a champ (I got the Auburn hair and the broad shoulders). Oh, and I’m living in your city now. Mom says it would be foolish to find the childhood home in Anacostia but I may still try one day. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I hope you’ve found your peace.
Okay, I got nothing else except to say I like this Miley a whole lot better than the rave-o-lution Miley.
This music has become some of my favorite stuff as I get older. When I was a kid, sharing a room with my sister Lou, I kind of hated it because it was all Def Leppard and Poison and Aerosmith with her. She was older so she controlled the radio. I wanted Sting and REM and The Cure. Yeah, it wasn’t happening. But now…damn, I love this sexy stuff. And Lou, I got your call, too, and I’ll call you this evening. I need your advice about boys. You were always better with that stuff than I was…