The Hero

I was about to get gas when I saw him sitting in the car in front of me...He was all bent over & had a withered look..He was elderly, probably couldn't drive anymore, waiting on his daughter to get gas. He reminded me so much of my Dad...the slump...the withered look...spending time with his daughter...He had on a hat..My dad always wore one too..the hat of pride declaring he was a Vet whom had served In the war...I went up to him...Shook his hand & Thanked him...
Somehow the price of the gas seemed irrelevant but the price he paid for me to stop & get it more relevant...The price of Freedom!!