Thanks to Sgt. Lee

I didn't know Sgt. Nicky Lee, but our paths crossed on Sat. May 23, 2009. I had briefly heard on the news that a soldier from Sandusky (an area close to where I grew up), had died in combat in Afghanistan. I remember saying a quick prayer for him and his family and thinking...wow, that was close to home, but then I really didn't think about it anymore. As the Memorial holiday approached, I kept the soldiers in my daily prayers and watched a few History Channel shows on the sacrifice our men and women have made throughout history. Then saturday afternoon came and my family and I were on the way to 4pm Mass at St. Patrick's. As we approached the local funeral home, I could see a huge crowd of cars and motorcycles. Then I saw a local firetruck displaying a giant American flag. The local police were blocking Hwy. 78 (a large 4-lane Hwy.), I grumbled for a minute and said..."We're going to be late for church." My husband said that this must be a funeral for a policeman or fireman in the community, due to the large crowd, numerous motorcyles, and the firetruck salute. We quietly stopped our vehicle along with many others doing the same. In a split second, everything changed. I think my mother said..."I bet this is the soldier who died this past week." I immediately went into tears, thinking of my selfish statement. I was filled with guilt and rightly so. The rain had started to fall along with my tears. I was put in my place by Sgt. Nicky Lee, a 23 year old soldier who gave his life on foreign soil, so that my family and my children could live in peace and freedom. Memorial Day meant even more to me than ever. I didn't know this soldier, but he taught me a lesson in humility and thankfulness. I pray that his family will be comforted in the days ahead. And I hope God nevers lets me forget the lesson of Sgt. Lee. Thank you soldier for your service and welcome home.

Keep on Dancing!!