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My mom called me the other day with an interesting little bit of information. First, a little background for those that don't know this. I wrote a post about some crosses on the road. I really liked the way it turned out so I cleaned it up and submitted it for publication and my editor like it so it got published.
A little while later, I had actually forgotten about it, I got a letter from a mother of a Soldier who had lost her son to a vehicle accident on post. She was touched and wanted to tell me about her son and the cross on the road that memorialized him. It was really an eye opening moment for me. Kinda made me realize that sometimes, what we do really does matter. Addict has a post where she got the same epiphany.
Well, the editor was touched and thought we should do something on it so we ended up publishing (with her permission) the letter and the back story. It was pretty cool but it kind of made me uncomfortable. It felt almost like tooting my own horn and, I know this may be hard for you to believe, I really don't like doing that or feel comfortable with it. I mean, here on the blog when I talk about how I'm hung like a horse, gods gift to women, blogging or any of a hundred different other things, it's all bullshit ... it's a persona. In real life, I'm much happier to just do my job and sit quietly in the background. I am proud when I tell you about awards I've won, but there is still a part of me that says "Fucker please! Do you really need attention that badly?"
Anyway ... one more post on this and I won't bring it up again. Apparently, some of the rescue workers that worked the scene that night remembered and were touched by the woman's story. They asked us for her number and got in touch with her and kind of put some closure to the whole ordeal.
Apparently that wasn't all they did. Mom called and told me that she drove by it and someone mowed around it, repainted it and just fixed it up really nice. It was the firemen and rescue workers. It just amazes me that all this came from a single post that was just a bunch of shit in my head that I vomited onto the screen. Life is funny that way I guess. That story inspired my 365 Days portrait today, so here goes.

Have a good weekend, ya'll!