There are some days, when my job feels tough.
Days when whatever it is that I am required to do feels hard or stressful or above my capabilities.
On those days, may I forever remember the picture of my grandfather, Clifford Eugene Acuff, that is hanging in the hall of my parents’ house.
He is smiling.
He is brave.
He is headed to the front.
I got to do things like go to college because my grandfather did things like fight the Nazis.
I got to do things like blog openly about my ideas because my grandfather did things like get into a tank.
I got to enjoy a thousand freedoms at 18 because my grandfather withstood a thousand enemy bullets on a battlefield at 18.
For the grandfathers whose photos hang in your hallways and the grandchildren who continue to sacrifice, thank you.