I live in small town America. Population, under 4,000. It's a town that was established in the late 1800's. A lot of the buildings are really old...but really cool.
This is our post office...
our restored downtown.
There are BEAUTIFUL sunrises and sunsets...
They know how to have a totally ROCKING parade. (yes, there was a hint of sarcasm...but this really is the parade that goes through the town. This picture is from right in front of my parent's house! There are other floats, I promise. )
But the best thing about this town? It's heart. And that's what this post is really about.
*All photo credits for the following pictures go to Jolynne*
This is Sgt. Glen Martinez. He went to my school...or I went to his. He was killed in Iraq on May 2nd, 2008. He was a hero.
When a soldier from our town is killed and they bring them home, the whole town comes out to pay tribute. They line the streets with flags in hand, hands over hearts, and tears in their eyes.
They are brought through town on the nicest firetruck in deepest respect, escorted by all of our local police, emergency response volunteers and their family.
This is Glen's wife, Melissa (center), his father (left) and mother (right) They are INCREDIBLE people.
In honor of Glen, his family has organized a walk/run 5k fundraiser to help raise funds for the Sgt. Glen Martinez Memorial Scholarship. They give out two of them to honor his life and memory to high school seniors.
My Dad runs this race, as well as my brothers. This year, I will be joining them. I've never been a runner like everyone else in my family, but I've always wanted to be. So, this is my year to start. And I can't think of a better cause to begin with.
Will you guys please be my cheer squad? I've never run a race before, so I'm kind of nervous. Okay...more like terrified. But, whenever I don't think I can do it, I'll come back to this post and comments to get all pumped again! :)