Was at the airport waiting for my wife to pick me up, when one of the airport staff guided a gentleman to the bench beside me. It was obvious he was blind. I struck up a conversation, and it turns out he was a former EOD man with the US Army. He'd been blinded by an EID in Iraq that he and a buddy were working to defuse. It went off, completely destroying one of his eyes and rendering the other sightless. I struggled to find words to express not only my gratitude for his sacrifice, but also to express my sorrow that he had suffered blindness as a result.
"It's okay," he told me. "My buddy working with me was killed out right. I consider myself pretty da*n lucky."
About that time, his wife and kid pulled up to pick him up. As he hugged his teenage son, and I helped load his bag into the trunk, I couldn't help but think about what is truly important in life, and how much we take for granted. I shook his hand, thanked him for his service, and they drove away.