Since I'm out of work and have nothing else to do, usually I wake up with my husband and go with him every morning. He musters (reports in) and then we go to the gym together. Usually, we're at the gym by eight. This morning, though, his muster ran a bit longer and I saw in the car while they played reville.
Every morning at eight, they raise American flags and every night at five, they take them down, each time playing the Star Spangled Banner. Outside, everyone stops what they are doing. People in uniform salute the flag, no matter how busy they are, they stop.
I love this ritual. I love traditions like this, especially ones with such purpose. It probably becomes just another duty after awhile. I'm sure people gripe and mumble about having to stop everything. Some people even pull their cars over to the side of the road until the anthem is over.
But I like to think that at least some people, take that moment, every morning/evening, to be grateful.
It's kind of like prayer. At first, praying is kind of a chore. You do it because you have to... and then, you find out (or at least I did) that you kind of like it. Then, it's not just another thing to check off your mental list. It's comforting. It's wonderful. It makes you appreciate life a little more and you do it without thinking.
This morning, reville reminded me to be thankful.
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