...are frequently ones that make one feel better. Unless, of course, it's something like some dirtbag running into your bumper and crumpling part of your trunk (which also happened).
But this was an unlikely event (as in, the odds were 1 in 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 etc.) that was absolutely wonderful. But what makes it unlikely and fantastic?
Anyone who's been around me and mentioned the armed forces is any way is aware that my favorite of all dead guys from the past 200 years would be Michael Monsoor*, who dove on a grenade in Ar-Ramadi, Iraq, on Sept. 29 2006 in order to save the lives of his comrades, when he could've easily escaped the blast himself (but others would have died). This unlikely event took place just outside of the National Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, Kentucky.
Mikey M. drove a corvette, but there his involvement seems to end. However, as we approached the entrance, there was a simple memorial bench, like the kind you see in cemeteries. And it read 'Michael A. Monsoor'.
At first I didn't comprehend it. Of course it's there, I thought. Makes perfect sense. The guy's a national hero, why wouldn't he be here?
Then it occurred to me--Oh. Right....
While I certainly would bring him up and put a memorial of him in any given place at any given time, most other people wouldn't. But sure enough, here it was. And we easily could have missed it if we had parked in the adjacent lot. (To make the matter more unbelievable, that bench was put in place on May 23....2009.)
But there he was. The heroic modern-day saint who died on his name day and my birthday.
God bless you, Mikey. We love you.
*and if you haven't noticed...where have you been?
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