Small Communities

The strength of a small town was hammered home yesterday.

I just spent the day away from my wife and son, helping out at a golf-scramble in memory of a tremendous young man that I worked with. His loss was a terrible accident. He came into my life for a short time, but was a part of this community.

There were people in pain, but coming together to help each other come to grips with what has happened and make it into something positive ... there was so much raised for his fiance and son-to-be ... and it wasn't about the money; at the core, this was about helping each other.

I spent a few hours talking to his grandfather ... every topic under the sun. The biggest thing that ran through the conversations was the value in living in a small town ... a tight-knit community.

As I sat thinking about all this last night, I realized that these are the same values that I was raised with as a "military brat." My parents were from this same type of town and had instilled this small community into each of us children ... my family is that small community in itself. What a wonderful revelation.

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