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The Stories They Can No Longer Tell (Micro fiction)
Remember our Heroes
When I was in the hospital, I came to the realization that I was alive, and free because others bore that cost for me.
I understood that freedom wasn’t free, someone had to pay for it, but the accident gave me a new perspective. Every breath was a gift that I had been given a greater appreciation for.
This isn’t about me, it’s about those who sacrificed everything so that I could sit here today, and that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I may not be able to stand and pay respect to all who fought, but I can show my respect, and I don’t need working legs to do that. Gratitude is all I need.
Sitting here, I want to remember stories they can no longer tell.
I will look at the empty table, and remember what it symbolizes.
I will remember the sacrifices, and be grateful!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
May.27.2024
