This week, we announced a historic, bipartisan overhaul of anti-money laundering laws that we helped secure in the final version of the National Defense Authorization Act, known as NDAA.
This week, we secured a bipartisan agreement that would finally protect patients from out-of-control, surprise medical bills. We’re pushing Congressional leaders to include our compromise in the end-of-year funding bills that we expect to pass this month.
This week I will introduce you to the most beautiful lady I spoke with on our trip to Ohio. Her name is Mary, she is 88 years old and a grandmother to my husband, Daniel. True beauty shines through her entire being as she kindly and tenderly visits with those around her. Though her hearing isn’t the greatest, even with her hearing aids, she is always there to lend a listening ear or offer words of encouragement.
Maybe it’s just me, but these final weeks of the year always seem to whiz by in a blur.
As you know, I’m not a hunter at heart. Nevertheless, we aim to eat more natural whole foods at our house, minus all the additives, artificial hormones, and the like. Deer meat falls into the category and has come to be a staple at our house.
Our resolutions in past years have always been rather routine. We want to lose weight, eat better, exercise more, save for a down payment on a new vehicle. Last year was a wake-up call to so many of us as our lives were turned upside down. It was the worst year of my life, but to detail the specifics would be a violation of my family’s right to privacy.
The anniversary of Pearl Harbor is coming up, Dec. 7, 1941, and I think about an uncle who was there at the U.S. naval base at Honolulu when the Imperial Japanese Navy struck it and other sites, raining fire down on ships, planes, and men. Bill Adams was a pilot then, had been a high school dropout but had been sent to pilot training because his officers saw intellect, calm — ll those special abilities pilots must have.
In World War II, the average age of the combat soldier was 26; in the Vietnam War, he was 19.
Society has a set of criteria that it uses to define what it means for a man to leave his mark on the world. We tend to believe that the measure of a man is determined by his degree of influence or the wealth he has. While these are certainly good indicators of one’s accomplishments, it shouldn’t be taken as everything. What is easy to forget is that the true measure of manhood lies in one’s willingness to rise by lifting others and being a true friend; a brother to someone when he or she needs it the most.
When I first volunteered a few years back, an elderly gentleman stopped and related his story. As yet a teenager in the early 1940’s he signed up, waved goodbye to a crying mother, and boarded a troop train. After a mostly restless night, the train stopped somewhere in the middle west. Sleepily disembarking from the train, there they were…beautiful ladies in the uniform of the Salvation Army pouring hot coffee and serving warm cookies. He told me that he would never forget the kindness and dropped a bill into the bucket. The Army began in 1862 to help those in need. The mission has never changed.