The One with Band of Brothers

Not much could have made for a quicker change in attitude after feeling sad and lonely in my job search than watching a scene in Band of Brothers when a concentration camp is liberated. Not much says desperation and loneliness quite like the sunken in faces and bony bodies that narrate a story of true denial. Denial of basic human rights. Denial of religious heritage and beliefs.  Denial of life.

I may be facing a season of career hardships and job denials, but at least what matters most is not in question. At least I know I am safe and loved. And at this given moment, with thoughts of war and struggle swirling about in my head, I cannot help but be proud to be the granddaughter of such a brave warrior. One who fought so hard during the war to free those who experienced denial of basic human rights, religious heritage and beliefs, and life. And one who fought to keep our country a place where those things are safe. 

My current battlefield may be the job front, but at least I can echo Capt. Lewis Nixon from Band of Brothers and say, "I'm alright! I'm alright... Am I alright?"