Sometimes we read of a man who has done a heroic deed, or even an ordinary deed done in an extraordinary way or time. Many, many of our worthy acts are never witnessed, except by eternal eyes.

Joe (not his real name) is caring for his wife, of over 6 decades, who is dealing with progressive dementia. Their journey together continues even in these kinds of days. His strength combined with her spirit: like a three legged race where each must hold the other up while moving forward. That takes practice!

Having also been a care giver I understand a bit of this dance of three legs, two arms and one life.

Joe is my hero and example. He is my comrade in caring arms. There are many of us 'Brothers of the Caring Arms'. I'm sure there are a few metals and ribbons on our chests that no one can see. But we know each other by a certain look of the soul in the eyes: a knowing, a caring, some sorrow, some joy.

Brothers, you are not forgotten. Keep the Flame of the Heart alive. Live well. Rest along the way. Take good care of you as well as your loved ones, too. We've a few more miles to go on this journey of ours.