22/22

A couple of weeks ago, or really only 20 days ago, I was challenged to do 22 push up per day for 22 days. What? I can't even do ONE push up off my knees, and even then, I am unable to go all the way chest to the ground. What possessed me to think I could do this this challenge? Oh, and, the rule was to videotape it and post it on Facebook! I accepted the challenge, because to be tagged and not do it, would have been worse, especially by Facebook standards. So here I am 20 days in, only 2 more days to go. But this isn't about me. The challenge was accepted to bring awareness to the cause that 22 veterans take their lives every day. More suffer from PTSD, and could, very likely, become a statistic. I have to say that this touched me deeply. Not only were my dad and tata, both veterans, my niece's husband is a vet, my cousin is currently active military, another cousin's son just completed boot camp last month. I was just talking to my 15 year old grandson this past weekend, and he talked about joining the military. I never knew he had that inkling! I have to say, though, I am very proud of him, he is already thinking about his future. Perhaps because 9/11 is just a couple of days away, the US suffered its worst terrorist attach on home soil, I am just feeling more patriotic than usual. I don't fly a flag (my dad does), but I can't even get through the Star Spangled Banner at sporting events without choking up. Anyway, I am almost done with the 22 days, and I am not quite sure how I will feel about it once it is complete. I do believe I will continue to do the 22 pushups per day, I just won't be posting it on FB, but surely, I will be thinking about the reason why I started doing them in the first place. Talk soon...