Today as I forced myself down the aisles of the commissary (military grocery store), I found myself staring at an item located on the top shelf. I’m five feet…need I say more? I was annoyed that any store would even think to place an item out of my reach. I actually was a little more than annoyed. I turned to look for someone tall when I came to see a wounded warrior traversing the aisle in his wheelchair, or motorized device…it was then that I realized I had nothing to complain about. Thank you dear wounded warrior for your service!
