Today's Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul

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The Visit

By Tre' M. Barron

My dad, Angelo, was in the hospital in Tacoma,

Washington. A former Marine and veteran of the Korean War,

he was having his third knee-replacement surgery.

A long and very painful operation was going to be made

even worse because Dad was going through it alone. There

was no one to hold his hand, no familiar soft voices to

reassure him. His wife was ill and unable to accompany him

or even visit during his weeklong stay. My sisters and

brother lived in California, and I lived even farther away,

in Indiana. There wasn't even anyone to drive him to the

hospital, so he had arrived that morning by cab. The

thought of my dad lying there alone was more than I could

stand. But what could I do from here?

I picked up the phone and called information for the

Puyallup, Washington, Marine Corps recruiting station,

where I joined the Marines ten years before. I thought that

if I could talk to a Marine and explain the situation,

maybe one of them would visit my dad.

I called the number. A man answered the phone and in a

very confident voice said, " United States Marines, Sergeant

Vanes. May I help you? "

Feeling just as certain, I replied, " Sergeant Vanes,

you may find this request a little strange, but this is why

I am calling... " I proceeded to tell him who I was and that

my father was also a former Marine and 100 percent disabled

from the Korean War. I explained that he was in the hos-

pital, alone, without anyone to visit and asked if Sergeant

Vanes would please go and see him.

Without hesitation, he answered, " Absolutely. "

Then I asked, " If I send flowers to the recruiting

station, would you deliver them to my dad when you go to

the hospital? "

" Ma'am, I will be happy to take the flowers to your

dad. I'll give you my address. You send them, and I will

make sure that he receives them, " he replied.

The next morning, I sent the flowers to Sergeant

Vane's office just as we had planned. I went to work, and

that evening, I returned home and phoned my dad to inquire

about his surprise visitor.

If you have ever talked with a small child after that

child has just seen Santa Claus, you will understand the

glee I heard in my dad's voice. " I was just waking up when

I thought I saw two Marines in their dress blue uniforms

standing at the foot of my bed, " he told me excitedly. " I

thought I had died and gone to heaven. But they were really

there! "

I began to laugh, partly at his excitement, but also

because he didn't even mention his operation. He felt so

honored: Two Marines he had never met took time out to

visit an old Marine like him. He told me again and again

how sharp they looked and how all the nurses thought he was

so important. " But how did you ever get them to do that? "

he asked me.

" It was easy. We are all Marines, Dad, past and

present; it's the bond. "

After hanging up with my dad, I called Sergeant Vanes

to thank him for visiting my dad. And to thank him for the

extra things he did to make it special: wearing his dress

blue uniform, bringing another Marine along - he even took

a digital camera with him. He had pictures taken of the two

Marines with my dad right beside his bed. That evening, he

e-mailed them to me so I could see for myself that my dad

was not alone and that he was going to be okay.

As for the flowers, they hardly mattered, but I was

glad for the opportunity to express my feelings. The card

read: " Daddy, I didn't want just anyone bringing you

flowers...so I sent the World's Finest. Semper Fi. "