Well, hello, my friends, and welcome to the Live Inspired podcast Monday Morning

Moments with John O'Leary Memorial Day special.

I'm going to begin this one with a quote.

It's one that I think we're going to make sense out of as we dance forward together.

Here it is.

They're just too in their own world to really care.

Well, while heading to the final speaking event of a very full, a very hectic

2025, I found myself doing what many of us find ourselves doing right now this time of year.

Rushing, just running around. For me, it was a tight connection through a crowded terminal

DFW. As I hurried from one gate to the next, weaving through travelers, rolling suitcases, coffee cups, and glowing phone screens,

I happened to glance out the window to my right.

And there, on the tarmac stood a white hearse behind an arriving plane.

There were two fire trucks arching streams of water overhead and a ceremonial salute.

Three American flags waved high and a small color guard.

Eight, active duty service members stood silently at attention. And nearby, and I'll never forget this one, there was a grieving family waiting. Two older parents, a young woman, I presume probably, this soldier's wife, two children holding flowers tightly in their hands and their mother with the other one.

Everything else was moving so rapidly around this plane, that hearse, and that family.

Planes were landing, bags were rolling by, travelers were rushing toward their vacations, their meetings, their holiday weekends.

Life, in other words, was just moving forward, ho-hum.

But in that moment, my heart ached, and time stood still.

Out of all the folks who were walking and racing and dancing past me,

there was one other man who stopped beside me.

We stood in silence for a while before I said almost in a whisper.

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