Years ago I volunteered with an organization trying to raise awareness about homelessness. I spent time talking to people that called the harsh New York streets home. People that found sanctuary in alley ways, in front of churches, in bus or subway stations and just about any place that provided a little warmth in the colder months. They told me their stories of former lives….stories about families lost..about a time when things were different. There were stories of unspeakable tragedies and dreams lost to the bottle. Some just couldn’t deal with the hand that life dealt them and others couldn’t deal with what they saw in war. It was the veterans that had the most lasting effect on me. They served this country and the battle continued when they got back home. It’s Veteran’s day and as we celebrate our heroes I know we can do more for them. I know that we need to do more for them. We will never forget the wars that they fought and we should never forget them when they return home.