Ben has a ready smile, a lot of enthusiasm, that’s in fact quite infectious, and he especially loves soccer; Ben even likes school, every subject, but especially science.
Recently, he went with his Mom, Suzanne and Father, Brent, to the Olive Garden Restaurant in Sterling.
It was busy that evening and so they sat at the bar; Ben was laughing, consuming lasagna with abandon, “having a good time,” Ben said, and talking up a storm with his Mom and Dad.
Unbeknownst to Ben, there was a young marine back from service in Iraq, dining with his family at the same restaurant.
We live in a time when persons talk about community and connectedness but are inclined in their day to day life to act only selfishly, on behalf of themselves, turned increasingly inward, mirroring what our technologies say about us, i-Phones, i-Pads, i-Tunes, i-Pods, all about about I, and so much less than when it used to be about “us” about “we” as a community of people.
But this young soldier, in his late 20s, had seen things this family at Olive Garden had not, and perhaps Ben, if he’s lucky, never will, and it affected this young marine.
He happened to tell Ben’s father, “I picked up your check.”
Brent asked, “Why would you do that?” Continue reading