My Job Taught Me What Love Is

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I work for a nonprofit organization that builds specially adapted homes for our Nation’s most severely injured veterans. These men and women are post 9/11 veterans who have suffered extensive combat related injuries. These are those who spend most if not all of their day in a wheelchair. These are those who have lost one or multiple limbs, in an IED blast more often than not. These are those who have suffered traumatic brain injuries or paralysis. These are America’s heroes who have sacrificed more than I will ever fully be able to understand let alone put into words.

Before I meet them I see their pictures and I read their stories. In one of the first pictures there is a young man and his girlfriend. They are both smiling on a trip somewhere, both so young she still has braces on her teeth. The next picture is their wedding…

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