Walk hard? – The Messenger of Troy

First let me say that I have great admiration and respect for the young men of Alpha Tau Omega

traveling 128.3 miles from Troy to Panama City in support of Jeep Sullivan’s Wounded Warriors outdoor adventures.

I too walked hard, taking one agonizing step after another, until my feet were bloody and bruised. Until I couldn’t take another step. Not one more. And for nothing more than a pair of boots.

My eldest son was going to a wilderness camp and needed a good pair of hiking boots to plod through the perilous journey he was about to embark on.

The boots cost more than the car I drove, but his survival depended on his shoes.

Although the boots were the right size and color and had the necessary red laces, they hurt his feet. The boots needed to be “run in”. No, he would just wear his tennis shoes even if there was imminent danger for those without “the boots!”

There was nothing for me, the mother, except to break the boots and save my son from the imminent dangers that awaited him.

So every morning I would “drive off” and do my daily chores breaking the boots. At the end of the week blisters and blood was my game and myrtar was my name. Yet these boots were as soft as kid gloves. My mission has been accomplished. However, my son decided to “only wear his tennis shoes!” and my mouth said words I didn’t know it knew!

So when my middle son decided he wanted a pair of heeled cowboy boots, like on the women’s Sunday shoes, I just asked, “Do you have a saddle to go with the boots?” My son did not understand.

“Cowboy boots are made for riding. The heels prevent your feet from slipping through the saddle stirrups,” I explained.

He had his birthday money. He wanted the cowboy boots. He just didn’t know what he was asking.

I watched him come home heavily from school that day. It was sad to see. After walking all day in “heels”, he couldn’t take his boots off. I pulled and he pushed.

“Walking in cowboy boots is tough,” he said. I nodded.

Walking hard is a feat that is not soon forgotten.

Kudos to the ATOs for marching hard for a cause more than themselves.

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