The real hero

There is nothing heroic in what I’m doing over here. I’m here, I go to work and hope that by the end of the day, I’ve made a difference. Noting special-- just doing my job.

The real hero in our family is my wife. We had very little notice that I was deploying, and suddenly she was left with a house to run and 2 kids to take care of—all on her own and during a very difficult time in our lives. She didn’t have the option to take a “down day” or to sleep in if she was sick. She was faced with real challenges and took them on head on. From replacing a faulty water pump in our truck to painting the garage floor—she has done it all. Just yesterday our oldest daughter finished her first year of school by earning an award for being the best overall student in her class. I’m extremely proud of our daughter and all she has accomplished. So much of the credit has to go to my wife as well. She has spent countless hours helping our daughter with her schoolwork and fostering a love of learning. The results of her hard work are evident every time I look at our kids.