Just a few days ago, a man in his early thirties rang my doorbell and asked if I would like to have my lawn aerated. We agreed on a price, and he went to work. A short time later, he rang my doorbell again and indicated he had finished. Then he asked me a question I was not expecting—after he had seen the Marine Corps license plate on my truck in the driveway: “Are you the Marine here?”
“Yes, I am,” I answered.
He said, “Thank you for my freedom. I appreciate it.”
Then he did something I will never forget...<Read More>