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The Visit

11 Februari 2009 7 komentar

My dad, Angelo, was in the hospital in Tacoma, Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War, he was having his third knee replacement surgery.

A long and very painful operation was going to be made even worse, because dad was going through it alone. There was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to accompany him or even visit during his weeklong stay. My sisters and brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away in Indiana. There wasn’t even anyone to drive him to the hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab.

The thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could stand. But what could I do from here?

I picked up the phone and called information for the Puyallup, Washington Marine Corps recruiting station, where I joined the Marines ten years before. I thought if I could talk to a Marine and explain the situation, maybe one of them would visit my dad.

I called the number. A man answered the phone and in a very confident voice said, “United States Marines, Sergeant Vanes. May I help you?”

Feeling just as certain, I replied, “Sergeant Vanes, you may find this request a little strange, but this is why I’m calling.” I proceeded to tell him who I was and that my father was also a former Marine and 100 percent disabled from the Korean War. I explained that he was in the hospital, alone, without anyone to visit and asked if Sergeant Vanes would please go and see him.

Without hesitation, he answered, “Absolutely.”

hen I asked, “If I send flowers to the recruiting station, would you deliver them to my dad when you go to the hospital?”

“Ma’am, I will be happy to take the flowers to your dad. I’ll give you my address. You send them, and I will make sure he receives them,” he replied.

The next morning, I sent the flowers to Sergeant Vane’s office just as we had planned. I went to work, and that evening, I returned home and phoned my dad to inquire about his surprise visitor.

If you have ever talked with a small child after that child has just seen Santa Claus, you will understand the glee I heard in my dad’s voice. “I was just waking up when I thought I saw two Marines in their dress blue uniforms standing at the foot of my bed,” he told me excitedly. “I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. But they were really there!”

I began to laugh, partly at his excitement, but also because he didn’t even mention his operation. He felt so honored. Two Marines he had never met took time out to visit an old Marine like him. He told me again and again how sharp they looked and how all the nurses thought he was so important. “But how did you ever get them to do that?” he asked me.

“It was easy. We are all Marines, Dad, past and present. It’s the bond.”

After hanging up with my dad, I called Sergeant Vanes to thank him for visiting my dad. And to thank him for the extra things he did to make it special: wearing his dress blue uniform and bringing another Marine along. He even took a digital camera with him. He had pictures taken of the two Marines with my dad right beside his bed. That evening, he e-mailed them to me so that I could see for myself that my dad was not alone and he was going to be okay.

As for the flowers, they hardly mattered, but I was glad for the opportunity to express my feelings. The card read, “Daddy, I didn’t want just anyone bringing you flowers, so I sent the world’s finest. Semper Fi.”

–Tre’ M. Barron

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Saya sangat bangga padanya… Nak…

9 Februari 2009 2 komentar

Alkisah, beberapa tahun yang silam, seorang pemuda terpelajar dari Surabaya sedang berpergian naik pesawat ke Jakarta. Disampingnya duduk seorang ibu yang sudah berumur. Si pemuda menyapa, dan tak lama mereka terlarut dalam obrolan ringan.

” Ibu, ada acara apa pergi ke Jakarta ?” tanya si pemuda.
“Oh.. saya mau ke Jakarta terus “connecting flight” ke Singapore nengokin anak saya yang ke dua”,jawab ibu itu

” Wouw.. hebat sekali putra ibu” pemuda itu menyahut dan terdiam sejenak. Pemuda itu merenung. Dengan keberanian yang didasari rasa ingin tahu pemuda itu melanjutkan pertanyaannya.

” Kalau saya tidak salah ,anak yang di Singapore tadi , putra yang kedua ya bu??Bagaimana dengan kakak adik-adik nya??

“” Oh ya tentu ” si Ibu bercerita :
“Anak saya yang ketiga seorang dokter di Malang ,
yang keempat kerja di perkebunan di Lampung,
yang kelima menjadi arsitek di Jakarta,
yang keenam menjadi kepala cabang bank di Purwokerto,
yang ke tujuh menjadi Dosen di Semarang.”

“Pemuda tadi diam, hebat ibu ini, bisa mendidik anak-anaknya dengan sangat baik, dari anak kedua sampai ke tujuh.
” Terus bagaimana dengan anak pertama ibu ??

“Sambil menghela napas panjang, ibu itu menjawab,
” anak saya yang pertama menjadi petani di Godean Jogja nak”. Dia menggarap sawahnya sendiri yang tidak terlalu lebar.”

Pemuda itu segera menyahut, “Maaf ya Bu.. kalau ibu agak kecewa ya dengan anak pertama ibu, adik-adiknya berpendidikan tinggi dan sukses di pekerjaannya, sedang dia menjadi petani ???

“Apakah kamu mau tahu jawabannya?? ???? .

Dengan tersenyum ibu itu menjawab” Ooo.. tidak tidak begitu nak…Justru saya sangat bangga dengan anak pertama saya, karena dialah yang membiayai sekolah semua adik-adiknya dari hasil dia bertani”

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3 Februari 2009 1 komentar

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