Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

the table.

He didn’t grab mine.

He didn’t make a big show.

He just rested his fingers against the back of my knuckles like he was anchoring me to the booth.

A simple thing.

A human thing.

The kind of thing no screen can replicate.

And I thought, Maybe today wasn’t just about those kids.

Maybe it was about me finally learning to let someone sit in the foxhole continue reading …