Badge of Honor

I recently went to Atlanta to see my family and on my way home, walking through the airport a young man comes up from behind me and says, “I like your style.”
(I was in a cute all black and white outfit, pulling a black and white stripe roller bag) 
But, he was looking down at my leg brace and cane. 
I laughed and said thank you, self consciously. 
I was wearing the brace on the outside of my white jeans because it’s easier going through security when they can see it. Also, it’s just quicker than having to sit down and explain why I need it while they pat me down. 
Then he said,”No, thank you. You are an inspiration to me. I’m on my way to the army to jump out of planes.”
I quickly responded with a thank you for your service and good luck.
He then said,” No really- thank you, you really do inspire me. I’m impressed by you and your obvious fortitude.”
I’m now in tears at the gate.
For so many years I’ve done everything I can to hide this brace.
Embarrassed by it~
Mortified that ten years later I still need it~
Feeling less than and broken is something I’ve struggled with.
And just like that, he made me proud.
He made all the time in physical therapy, worth it.
All the hospitals and tests, worth it.
All the prayers for healing and all the tears, worth it.
I’ll never know who he is or where he went but I’ll never forget him because today, he gave me a badge of honor.