My Hero!

We sit in air conditioned comfort in our little island of Paradise. We enjoy all of the comforts we've grown used to and take for granted: cable TV, high speed internet, king-sized bed, lots of choices at meal time (including the option of dining out), private bathrooms, home phones and cell phones that work, wearing clothes we like to wear (not the same old uniform every single day), long showers or bubble baths, sand that generally stays at the beach where it belongs and doesn't find it's way into our house through cracks and crevices during sandstorms, security, quiet, peace, FREEDOM.



What he has sacrificed just to be where he's at is unimaginable.

He mentions casually that he killed a scorpion on his way to take a shower. A scorpion?! Yes - a scorpion. About 5" long, he says. He killed it with a rock. Me? I would have run screaming in the opposite direction. Of course, that's just an example why he's there and not me. :)

He works long hours. 6 AM to 9:30 or 10 PM. And still has enough energy to get online and send me a message to reassure me that he's still okay, dealing with unbelievably slow internet connections that are slower than dial-up. Slower than dial-up?! Is that possible? Apparently so.

I miss him so much.

CDW