I am very rarely left speechless. As the mom of 2 marines and a teenage girl. As someone who had a job answering 911 calls, and also worked in a hospital emergency room...not much shocks me anymore. But the other day when I went to my mailbox, I found a small cream colored envelope addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Stauber. The handwriting didn't look familiar. As I walked back into the house opening the little "gift", I had no idea how precious a gift it would turn out to be. It was a thank you note. The note read...
"Dear Mr. & Mrs. Stauber, Thank you for your thoughtfulness & generosity while I was in Afghanistan. Your packages helped me & my unit feel closer to home. Your kindness will always be appreciated."
The note was signed by a 20 year old young man who had just returned from a 7 month tour. A young Marine who's family prayed & worried while he was gone. A young man who not so long ago was enduring the heat, mean ol' DI's & sand fleas of "the island" with my own son, & too soon after that (in a mother's opinion) was enduring the heat, uncertainty & sand storms of the Middle East. HE was thanking ME! HE was thanking ME for the small little effort of putting some things I thought he might like in box & taking it to the post office.
Reading the note, of course, made me cry. This young man who had done so much was thanking me...who had done so little. He is a hero. I am just a mom who prays & sends boxes...yet HE was thanking ME.
So glad you're home safe "D".
Good To Go,
Proud Marine Mom x 2
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