I attended a Lavender Fest in the small Texas town of Blanco, just 30 minutes north of San Antonio. The lavender fields were in full blossom and people strolled the grounds of the old courthouse on the square in the center of this tiny town. Life seemed different somehow. In spite of the heat and the huge crowds, all seem a bit surrreal to me. People wondered booth to booth and table to table, admiring and most of the time purchasing, handcrafted items from lavender lotions and potions to angels made from various rocks and stone, and hand crafted apparel. It was hot and shade was a welcome commodity. Lavender Lemonade was fragrant and refreshing. Husbands stood in the shade, shifting their weight from one foot to the other, patiently waiting for their wives, or perhaps merely tolerating this female ritual.
A world they fought for and is no longer accessible to them because of PTSD and TBI.
What wouldn't they do to wonder around a festival grounds with their family!
This morning I received an email from a warrior that is coming in a very few weeks to begin training with his service dog. He excitedly exclaimed that the dog is already working for him, for he had gotten up the courage to venture to a store and buy a couple of more shirts. This may not seem like much to you...but trust me it was HUGE! To go into public where you fear snipers, and IED's around every corner is a very big deal. His journey to freedom has just begun. He fought for our freedom...now we have to recognize his freedom has been jeopardized and lost somewhere in this journey. We need to remember and help and pray for them. For they are fragile and need their angels to look over them. And in his case a dog named 'Charlie' who will help guide him out of the darkness.