2/ WOUNDED VETERAN STARTS PICKING UP TRASH—AND PEOPLE START WHISPERING BEHIND MY BACK
Turns out, it wasn’t trash—it was something that changed everything. Inside was a handwritten note thanking me for my service and telling me not to let the whispers get to me. That single act of kindness reignited something in me. I started wearing my old dog tags again. Soon after, park staff noticed and offered…
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