My friend is the most incredible woman I have ever met. Her father was a war veteran, and she herself was born in Australia. Despite facing challenges, including living with a disability, she continues to exceed expectations in everything she does. When I was homeless on the streets of Nottingham, this generous woman, who didn’t even know me, took me in without hesitation. I felt truly blessed by her kindness. Her life story is both inspiring and fascinating, and her deep knowledge of history is nothing short of remarkable. Every conversation with her is an opportunity to learn something new. To me, she is nothing less than a living miracle.
Her humility in acknowledging her personal flaws deeply inspires me. In many ways, she reminds me of the poppy—resilient and symbolic, much like how I see myself. Born on November 11, 1975, I’ve always felt a profound connection to the poppy and its symbolism. However, it wasn’t until we discussed the many wars and the roles of each service that I truly began to understand its significance.
In the aftermath of war, on the scarred and unsettled soil of Flanders Fields, Belgium, poppies defied the odds and began to bloom. Their resilience is a powerful symbol, and like the poppy, I too find a way to thrive in the face of challenges. It makes me wonder—have I lived before, or am I simply connected to something far greater? Was my birth a random occurrence, or part of a grander design? Reflecting on the wars of the past, hearing their stories, or reading about them moves me deeply. I can’t help but feel inspired, sometimes even brought to tears, by the sacrifices and the enduring human spirit.
I reflect on all those who have served in countless ways. While I am deeply grateful for their sacrifices, I can't help but feel the weight of the trauma they carry, knowing I have walked beside them and stood in their presence. Sometimes I feel in awe of the courage and bravery.
Though I was unable to serve in the military due to failing my medical examination, I still carry the weight of personal trauma. Research suggests that some of my experiences echo those faced by individuals who have endured war. Is it merely a coincidence that my birthday falls on 11/11? On this day, I find myself unconcerned with gifts—whether they are absent or unwanted. To me, the greatest gift is the opportunity to express gratitude to those who have served and to honor the brave souls who never returned.