My leg.. Ouch!

On Friday morning I had to be at work even earlier than usual. So, at about 10 am, I came home to just chill and pick up my house a bit. Or that is that I thought.

I took out the garbage and the step to the platform collapsed. Long sorry short, I ended up with 3 stitches and a super sore leg.

Photo 1- Platform to the garbage
Photo 2- Same thing different angle
Photo 3- Where I fell through
Photo 4- In my room trying to figure out if it looks bad enough to go to medical
Photo 5- Stitches
Photo 6 & 7- It is healing... check out the bruising

So, to make matters worse I woke up on Saturday with a super sore throat, Sunday my throat was even worse, I took Monday and Tuesday off ( I never take sick leave), and back to work tomorrow. I hope the rest of this week goes well.

"What doesn't kill us, makes us strong"

The power of a salute

Everyday, I think about things I want to blog about and rarely do I sit down and do it. So, today I thought of something that I really wanted to write about but I have not.

The military salute. To get on a military installation you have to show your id every time you go through the date. If someone in the car is an officer the gate guards snap to attention and salute the officer, and the officer then returns the gesture. Today, I was behind an officer and I watched it play out like many, many, times before, and I thought of how special the military is. I love this life.

It is a small gesture that means so much, respect, commitment, service, and tradition. I love to watch the different salutes, and all the different situations when soldiers salute superiors.

"If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?"
-General George S. Patton