MY DISABLED VETERAN CAP
It Carries a Lot of Weight
Last week, I visited the commissary in Wiesbaden to do some shopping. That day, I wore my Disabled Veteran cap with pride. I also had my walking cane with me. I still have a bit of difficulty walking because of the two TKA operations on my right knee. But something happened to me that day that warmed my heart. A stranger’s generous gesture belied the craziness and the disgusting, shameful racist incidents currently in the news. This random act of kindness strengthened my belief that there are still some wonderful people in this world.
After I finished shopping, two young male commissary baggers escorted me to my car. One of the young men rolled my shopping cart to my car. The other young man walked beside me and engaged me in some small chit-chat.
I told the one with my cart that I had parked my car near the curb. Before we got to my car, I used my key to unlock it. So he rolled the cart r...