A Hero's Daughter

As I slowly woke up this morning, I zoned in immediately for the pot of coffee, which thankfully was left on earlier by my boyfriend Justin. He had gotten up early to go work on the hunting property, along side my grandfather. Usually, this is done also involving my dad, a wounded solider, and avid hunter. Due to a recent and minor infection, he was unable to go. The significance of all this jabber? Having lost my phone yesterday, I was retracing my steps, leading me to my parents house. Upon going inside, for some reason or another, I was struck with a strong sense of realism. Looking around at all the medical supplies, and passing by the nurse on her way out really struck me this morning. As I was pondering all this, my dad came cruising down the hallway top speed in his chair. What I was witnessing was far more than what was seen. I didn't see my father, simply coming in the kitchen for chow. I saw a hero, a modest yet honest to God hero. When confronted as such, he simply states " Anyone would have done it." Truth about it? My dad was a hero to me long before his accident. Growing up, I never wanted for anything, and certainly never went without. I was one of the lucky few who has always been blessed in the family department. Unfortunately, being a typical teenager at the time, I was too blind to see it for what it was, and it took the accident to wake me up, in short, it does not take much to be an everyday hero, just a little love. A lot of people consider my father a hero, but for far different reasons than mine. Appreciate what you have, while you have it! Isn't it funny how one simple happening can twist your grip on reality? I can honestly say, my father is a hero, not only for the war he fought in, but for the stand up man he always was, and is today!