green meanie
Master Black Belt
More often than not. "As long as there is a tomorrow, the only way I can face it is with no regrets...", has been my signature on here.
But this is one of those times when I find myself doing a little soul searching...
I had a friend, a fellow Marine, whom I haven't spoken to in several years called me last night. He's trying to organize a reunion and has gotten in touch with several of our friends already. As we tried to get each other up to speed on what's been going on, one thing that was mentioned was how I was one of the 'lucky ones'. He, and several others he's contacted, all went into dangerous professions not knowing what else to do with the training we'd received. He's a crime scene investigator; another is a explosives & demolitions expert; another is an undercover cop in the narcotics division; several are cops and prison guards... and there are a few who are on the wrong side of the bars too.
When he asked what I do I told him I'm just living this 'normal little life': I live in a tiny little town in the deep woods of Pennsylvania where I go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, see my wife and kids, and run my Ju jitsu classes and Wrestling practices. He was almost in tears telling me how much he envies my life... how I'm one of the 'lucky ones'.
I can't deny how lucky I am and how fortunate I feel to have a good job and a loving family where everyone is happy and healthy. I'm thankful for what I have and the life I'm living. But I'm so amazed and proud of my friends... the difference they're trying to make and the sacrifices I know they must be making, risking their lives like they do. I just can't help but wonder if maybe I'm supposed to be doing more with the things I've been taught and the talents I have, or had. I don't think he was disappointed with me but he seemed so surprised that I was just living this 'normal' life when he could remember how I used to do my old job with such... 'enthusiasm'.
I don't know. I love my blessed little life and wouldn't trade it for anything but I can't help but wonder: was it selfish of me to not want to do the dangerous work that I used to be good at and just want a 'normal' life? What if I could've made a difference? But at what cost? Blargh.
But this is one of those times when I find myself doing a little soul searching...
I had a friend, a fellow Marine, whom I haven't spoken to in several years called me last night. He's trying to organize a reunion and has gotten in touch with several of our friends already. As we tried to get each other up to speed on what's been going on, one thing that was mentioned was how I was one of the 'lucky ones'. He, and several others he's contacted, all went into dangerous professions not knowing what else to do with the training we'd received. He's a crime scene investigator; another is a explosives & demolitions expert; another is an undercover cop in the narcotics division; several are cops and prison guards... and there are a few who are on the wrong side of the bars too.
When he asked what I do I told him I'm just living this 'normal little life': I live in a tiny little town in the deep woods of Pennsylvania where I go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, see my wife and kids, and run my Ju jitsu classes and Wrestling practices. He was almost in tears telling me how much he envies my life... how I'm one of the 'lucky ones'.
I can't deny how lucky I am and how fortunate I feel to have a good job and a loving family where everyone is happy and healthy. I'm thankful for what I have and the life I'm living. But I'm so amazed and proud of my friends... the difference they're trying to make and the sacrifices I know they must be making, risking their lives like they do. I just can't help but wonder if maybe I'm supposed to be doing more with the things I've been taught and the talents I have, or had. I don't think he was disappointed with me but he seemed so surprised that I was just living this 'normal' life when he could remember how I used to do my old job with such... 'enthusiasm'.
I don't know. I love my blessed little life and wouldn't trade it for anything but I can't help but wonder: was it selfish of me to not want to do the dangerous work that I used to be good at and just want a 'normal' life? What if I could've made a difference? But at what cost? Blargh.