I went to the Va Hospital in St.Cloud today for a checkup (everything is ok) when I saw an old Vet come to the revolving door into the check-in area of the hospital. He had two canes keeping him "afloat" as we Navy Vets would say. He was walking very slowly through the revolving door hoping that the door didn't hit him from behind. He had a grim look on his face as he looked toward the floor. It was a look that you see on a lot of these former warriors as they struggled along trying to make appointments. Why was he looking down? The reasons are probably many, maybe he has been in pain for most of his life, maybe coming to the VA brought back bad memories, maybe he was just having a bad day. All I know is that he looked like a man beaten, a man that has seen better days and probably thought that those days were gone. He wouldn't look at me as he struggled by going to his left and into the check-in line. Then suddenly everything changed. He saw an old friend sitting in a chair on the far side of the waiting room. All of a sudden his chest stuck out, his gait quickened as he made his way to his old buddy. Both were grinning ear to ear as as he made his way across that waiting room his head held high...he was young again.