Life's too short

I almost died today. Riding my bike to the gym and then got hit by a car while crossing the street. Good lord, it was eye opening. That would have been how I left this world, but seems like I'm not meant to go yet...

What's surprising to me though is that as the feeling of imminent death came over me when that car came zooming forward, I didn't worry as much about dying. Sure i leapt out of the way with all I had, but even if that car took me out, I wouldn't have cared too much. I now know I can take being in the military without a bit of trepidation. I really DO not care about myself anymore beyond basic life functions. It's comforting to me because that's what serving is all about. On this memorial day it's I think certainly prudent to acknowledge the selflessness service-men and women have and had for us. You CAN'T possibly do a job like theirs if all you care about is yourself.

I don't know what to think though. I'm still no hero, just a guy who's fullfilling a dream. When I earn those blues, maybe then I'll finally be a true soldier, selfless, proud, mature... all that stuff.