I’m joining Lisa-Jo Baker, and the #fiveminutefriday gang over at her place.
It’s great fun. We write freestyle for five minutes flat. No backing up, no second thinking. Set your timer and begin to create. You can find out all the details here.
When we arrived at Lackland AFB, Texas to begin my basic training, my stomach had butterflies.
So excited to be a part of this new venture. When I told my parents about volunteering for the US Air Force, my mother cried and my father (who had been a lifer in the Air Force) said: “Oh no you’re not.”
As tears dried and reality sunk in, I explained this decision was my time to jump into a cause which would not only make a difference in my life, but in others.
Crying each time the flag would be lowered on the base at the end of the day, my ties to patriotism was strong.
My first set of orders were to go to Sembac AFB, Germany. Again, ready to make the big jump. Excited and dreaming about being in a country where my father spent a great deal of time. He would tell us about the beautiful landscape. I could hardly wait.
Two weeks later my orders were changed and I was re-stationed to Texas – my home. Thinking my dreams of life in the military and all it meant had been dashed, it was not long after being at Carswell AFB in Ft. Worth, I realized why God asked me to get on board.
My first child was born while there. My father had a major heart attack while there. My favorite aunt died while there. My best friend was reassigned to the base while I was there. My sisters each had their first children while there.
So many great things came of my stay there, and my blind jump off the cliff to volunteer for the US military.
Sometimes closing your eyes and jumping with what you know in your heart is right, gives you the courage to move forward.
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