Terry Cooksey

JESUS CHRIST The Son of The Living God! My Family. My Nephew Sgt. Brad Ruiz! The Men and Women of ALL United States of America Milatary...Police/All Law Enforcement, Firefighters, Paramedics, Nurses and Doctors... Patrick Daniel Tilman! President Ronald Reagan. Billy Graham. Princess Diane, Mother Teressa! Those Who make Sacfice for Others without expecting something in return. Friends that are True Friends...That Stay Your Friend in Time of Troubles or Bad not just in Good and Happy Times!

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WHEN A SOLDIER COMES HOME When a soldier comes home, he finds it hard.... ..to listen to his son whine about being bored. ....to keep a straight face when people complain about potholes. to be tolerant of people who complain about the hassle of getting ready for work. ...to be understanding when a co-worker complains about a bad night's sleep. ..to be silent when people pray to God for a new car. ...to control his panic when his wife tells him he needs to drive slower. ..to be compassionate when a businessman expresses a fear of flying. ....to keep from laughing when anxious parents say they're afraid to send their kids off to summer camp. ....to keep from ridiculing someone who complains about hot weather. ....to control his frustration when a colleague gripes about his coffee being cold. ....to remain calm when his daughter complains about having to walk the dog. .....to be civil to people who complain about their jobs. ....to just walk away when someone says they only get two weeks of vacation a year. ....to be forgiving when someone says how hard it is to have a new baby in the house. The only thing harder than being a Soldier.. I saw you; hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $20.00 in the collection plate last Sunday. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local Mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our Leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none. I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children where born or have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family. I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing she was safe behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right. I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn't see me. I wasn't there. I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me. Because I died that day you cut me off.