Reflections of the past

My youngest son is in the Air Force, TDY, in Afganistan. Away for 3 to 4 months from his family which are in Okinawa. Once I spent almost a year away from my family and it was hard. This was another Me, not the one I am now. I am a recovering alcholic so the more I missed my family back then the more I would drink. It always was the answer to any hardship that would fall on me. My son is handling it different that I did. He runs to make the time go by faster. This also makes him healthier when he returns home to his family. My outlet was to drink myself into a stupper each day and his is to run so much that he just falls asleep until his next shift. I was thinging of how proud I am of him, the way he has chose to pass the idle time during his TDY. He could have easily taken up the bad habits of his father but instead chose another way. With the example that I was for my children they could have turned out so much different than they have. My children turned out to be my heros. Each one could have went down a different pathway, especially with the example that I was for them. They have all turned out rather well.