Words Carry Weight

 

Years ago, when I was serving in the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard), a few of us had gone out to Murphy’s in Old Town Alexandria after payday. When we returned later that night, another soldier stopped me outside our barracks.

“Hey Gabaree!”

He asked why I was there. I assumed he meant why I was out that late and told him I was probably a little too inebriated and needed to go sleep it off.

He stopped me again.

“No. Why are you HERE?”

He meant, “Why I was in the Old Guard?”

At the time, the question felt oddly philosophical for the middle of the night after a few drinks, but I shrugged and answered honestly. I told him it was an honor to help provide funeral honors for families who had lost someone in service to our country. That it mattered to make every detail as perfect as possible so families knew their loved one was respected and honored properly.

Months later, that same soldier stopped me in a hallway and thanked me.

I was confused until he explained that the night we spoke, he had been planning to go AWOL. He was leaving for good and trying to decide whether any of what we were doing mattered. Something about that conversation changed his mind.

I’ve thought about that moment many times over the years.

Words carry weight. Most of the time, we do not realize when someone is searching for meaning, encouragement, or simply a reason to keep going. We are usually caught up in our own world and do not always realize how much impact a few words can have.

I’m thankful that conversation went the way it did. If I had answered differently, things might have turned out very differently for him.

It became a reminder to me to be mindful of what we say. Sometimes a few words can change the direction of someone’s life.

Tim