WRECKED

I got a great hug today.

I was surprised by a visit (he was at the school for a random reason and I just happened to be in the office) from one of my former students. He was in my class for 7th and 8th grade. I knew that he had signed up for the army. Last summer he went on the first part of basic (I don't remember what it is called but when you sign up you can split basic and do part after your Junior year and go back after your senior year). Then a coupla months ago I heard he was getting his GED and "going" regular army.

Then about a month ago I felt kicked in the gut when his sister mentioned he was going to Iraq. Poor girl, I asked her when, and she didn't know. It's been on my mind for a while. I've been praying about it. I've been trying not to cry about it.

So. Today. I heard my name, and turned around, the secretary said, "There's someone here to see you." Next thing I know he's peeking around the door frame and I walked over (I wanted to run) and gave him a hug (he was one of the few students I've had who always hug me when they see me and even when I was their teacher, would throw an arm over my shoulder). I didn't want to let go.

Oh. God.

I just realized.... I. DIDN'T. WANT. TO. LET. GO.

He leaves in late summer. He's escorting convoys. {Later, my friend who's retired army looked at me and said, "I wouldn't want that job."} I told him I was going to pray for him so hard; and that if he needed anything to drop me an e-mail. I hugged him again hard. He is so strong. And, God, he's so young.

They're all so young.

I'll be invoking Our Lady of Perpetual Help and St. Jude until I know he's safe.