Hi everyone. Haven't been around for a while. Been battling illness. That aside, as some of you know, at this time of year, I usually post some of the battle scars that my father obtained during WW2. Yup, I am that old. This year I thought I might try something different. I watched a very touching film tonight on YouTube called "Give 'til it Hurts". It is a documentary put together by retired and active duty SEAL team members and their experience with the past years. I found it very interesting that they had several members who were wounded in the wars and how they dealt with it. They all seemed to have a same consensus. Now I am sure you have heard of these guys and what they go through to join the elite of the elite. My first reaction to learning of the ways in which they far surpass the accepted human levels of human physical output was one of incredible curiosity of just how it was that they were able to go through-after 3 weeks of training in Phase 1 of BUD/S, pushing themselves ever further each day, to spending the last week in what is called Hell Week. Sunday night at 12 midnight to Friday afternoon, living off of 4 hours sleep and running missions and obstacles for the entire time. They run over 200 miles, swim many miles, do PT for hours, have races, and telephone pole contest between boat crews, etc. By the end of the week, they some are hallucinating, and sleeping wide awake. When they are done they are put in a guarded room and allowed to sleep for the entire weekend. Without going on their motivation is extraordinary, and I, grew fascinated in what it was that made this .8% that start training to finish. It's not ego, it's not concern about being the best. This is what I came up with: "Becoming a Member of Naval Special Warfare (SEAL TEAM) is not about push-ups, pull-ups, running, diving, gorilla runs, log training, PT, Ocean swims, or anything else that can be classified as physical effort. Motivation is from the heart, and it is a love of family, neighbors, and country that drives these men. Their real strength comes from their heart and mind and love and sacrifice." On the morning of Sept 11, 2001 I was on my way to a University working on my Psychology Graduate degrees. I was listening to a local radio station and suddenly the DJ stopped what he was talking about and said that the tv monitors were showing that there had been a plane crash at one of the World Trade Center towers. 20 or so minutes later they began to express groans and other heart-rent sounds as the 2nd plane flew in the towers. When I got to school, the campus was silent and there was not a tv screen turned on that didn't have crowds of student's watching the feed. I went through my day and spent some time in classes discussing the events. That night when i got home, I turned on the tiv and saw the true level of devastation that occurred in the US. I spent the night watching the news coverage and battling tears for all of the dead, injured, and devastated by the deeds. To this day, if they show replays of the scenes from 911 I still break out in tears. The men and women who were in this video have found a way to deal with their emotional impact of these events and it is one that I feel has great benefit to finding contentment and meaning in life. They have given of themselves even further in helping all members of the military to adjust to physical, emotional, and mental wounds incurred during their time in-country. I honestly believe that it is the giving and sacrificing of ourselves that provides true purpose in life. Takers and users are never happy. One last anecdote. About 7 years after getting my degrees, I was at a buffet getting takeout for lunch. A man got into line behind me and he was in military uniform. He had lunch for his fellow soldiers and himself in hand. When I got up to pay for my lunch, I told the girl at the cash register that this gentleman's money was "no good here" and I would be paying for his lunch. Which I did and left. I was getting in my car and the girl was telling him in the store that he had been paid for and he looked astonished. A minute later a woman came to my window and said, "I saw what you did there. Thank you." Try this the next time you get a chance then inventory the experience and see how you feel about it. So, where were you on Sept 11, 2001?