This week has been a very emotional week for me. First I find out that Elle might be recalled. Then another friend called from Iraq and said that he was o.k. but he lost some buddies this week. Then this morning I got an e mail from another friend who said he would be sleeping on the hood of his truck tonight.
Now lets rewind about three years. Rusty is in Iraq. My girlfriends Renee and her two children are living with us.
It was sometime in January and Renee and I had just gotten all of the children in bed. There was a fire in the fire place and I had put the kettle on for some tea. We were going to work on a puzzle and do nothing for the rest of the night. Then the phone rang.
It was Rusty on the other end. He was on duty, he was cold and he was tired. Rusty just kept saying how cold he was and that he could not warm up no matter what he did.
I felt like shit! So the next day I went out and I bought Rusty some new warmer socks, a blanket and some long under ware. A few weeks later he called to tell me that he got the package. I felt so guilty that I was warm and he was not.
We still have that blanket, and from time to time I look at it and laugh.
Fast foward to now. I emailed our friend back and told him this story. I asked him if I needed to send him an air matress.
I will not complain about not having my favorite blanket.
I will not complain that the children used all of the hot water before I got my shower.
I will not complain that we need a new bed.