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All Kinds of Heroes

There are remarkable people who walk among us. Many of us do a lot of talking, but there are some who do more than that: they "do". My son Brendan who does two tours overseas and except for occasional periods of boredom does so without complaint. He has hinted at some of the things he has seen and I know it works on him, but he keeps quiet and gives the shoulder shrug and says its no big deal.
Another is Pat Johnson who I worked with at the Mary Davis Home for 27 years and took the early retirement when I did. She is surrounded by her two daughters, and 4 grand kids, lives in a nice nice newer house in Knoxville and could slip into a pretty fine comfortable lifestyle. But without fanfare, this 60+ year old little lady signs up for disaster relief and spent quite a long time helping after Katrina hit in Louisiana, and signed up again for Hurricane Ike. She is presently in Texas working at a shelter and doing whatever needs done to help the victims.
She has more guts, fortitude, and courage than I, and I salute her this morning. Good luck, and best wishes, hero.

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