By Guest Blogger Guy Land
The void. You know, that empty spot in your gut that you just can’t seem to ever fill. It isn’t hunger. It isn’t thirst. It’s just that feeling, that feeling that your missing something… forgetting something. You can’t put your finger on it, but you know it’s there and it bothers you. Up until last year, I had that feeling.
I moved my offices to Nashville from Houston back in 2008. It wasn’t really a move as much as it was an expansion. Then of course, the recession hit and I was forced to make some very tough decisions regarding my company, its offices and its employees. So, for now, my offices exist solely in Nashville, but we do plan to reopen in Houston soon. When I left Houston, I also left behind some small charities I was involved with. And some large ones. Having a successful company for so long compelled me to get involved with my community and I gave it a shot. Of course all of those charities were worthwhile and important. Yet, there was a void in me even though I was involved with them. I never could put my finger on it so I just went along and did what I could to help out.
I never served in the military, it just wasn’t my calling. I was hired out of college before my junior year and felt I was doing my patriotic duty by being a good citizen and contributing back to the country that offered me the opportunity to pursue my passions. I worked hard, made a name and a company out of the talents afforded me by God and within the confines of the greatest country man has ever known. I never took these gifts for granted and was and continue to be eternally grateful for what I have been blessed with. It wasn’t until I read a certain book did I fully understand how much I really appreciated my freedom and my love for my country. LONE SURVIVOR awakened me and invoked in me a reckoning that I wasn’t aware existed. I wasn’t anymore or less patriotic than I was before 9/11, but the book gave me a realization, that hit home, as to what prices are actually paid that allow me and my family to enjoy our freedoms as much as we do. That price is the emotional, physical and ultimate sacrifices paid by our fighting men and women. There it was! The void now gave way to butterflies! I had the vision finally to understand that my calling was to give back to those that fight for me and my family. It was clear, but still a little foggy at the same time. Where do I go now? How do I get involved?
My introduction to the Boot Campaign came via a route that most of you would find just too outlandish to believe, but suffice it to say that Melanie Luttrell is the reason I am involved. I’d be happy to tell each and every person that reads this the personal story and why it just so vividly and clearly answers the question and fills the void in me. I am honored to work with the Boot Campaign. I am further honored to have been asked to be a Board Member and have my input considered for the future of the Boot Campaign. How exciting it is to be included on something that is just starting to take wings and soar. I know the Boot Campaign has been a magnificent success since its inception, but in my mind… you ain’t seen nothing yet!
Thank you Boot Girls! Thank you to everyone involved with the Boot Campaign! And thank you Marcus and Melanie for allowing me to contribute in a way that means more to me than you could ever know!