My brother Ben, called me one day seven years ago to say that he had just started to work as a Welding Shop Foreman, and while setting up the jobs for the day he was informed that their Shop Sweeper, had been taking a bath out of the bathroom sink.
Ben could have chosen to ignore the issue like most people do without blinking an eye, but Ben, was not like most of us because this was one of the employees. Instead, he took the time to talk with the this person to find out more about why, and after learning the homeless man was actually an American hero – a United States Marine Corps Vietnam Veteran – Ben knew he had to get involved. Ben was able to reunite this former soldier with his sister, who then helped her brother file for the benefits he deserved. The home she helped him buy provided him with a sense of worth defining his grasp of the dignity that had kept him from slipping into the Abyss of being just another statistic, but one simple act of kindness from my brother proved to him that someone cared which gave him a way out from under that bench which represented the crack in society he had fallen into.
Beginning that day when he chose to stop and speak to a homeless man, Ben was reminded of his love for our brother Frank, who was also a Marine Vietnam Veteran. As he and I discussed the issues returning servicemen were facing, we had to take a stand, get involved, and help our brothers and sisters who came home from serving their country so broken that they could not take care of themselves.