Happy Holidays

A special message to all:

We go about our daily lives doing what we do without much thought as to how we got where we are, and are doing what we do. It seems each day is just another day in life. That scenario may be true for the vast majority of us but there are a select few who have chosen to serve our country or have chosen to serve those who serve. Doing what we do is a privilege and an honor. Please take time the holidays and include our troops in your prayers.

Nowhere have I experienced a more cohesive bond than here in NACHI. I’ve always been aware of the special bond, but until the past year I have never had the chance to personally know and share the closeness of that very special bond. NACHI is indeed a very special association with a very special membership base. Our diversity is our strength.

For those of us involved in serving the NACHI membership I extend to all a joyous holiday season. We are among the blessed of the blessed, a life experience that few will ever know as we forge ahead and solidify the Home Inspection Industry in the upcoming year.

A guiding hand does touch our lives. This is my personal Christmas message for those who sail on the ship “NACHI”.

God bless, Happy Holidays, and

My best personal regards,

John Bowman

Happy holidays to you John, thank you for the nice post

John, nice of you to say, but it’s what you do every day for NACHI that makes us proud of you and proud to be a part of the NACHI family. God bless America, and God bless those men and women who are prepared to pay the ultimate price for their country.

Thanks John. Same to you and yours.
Thanks for all the hard work.

John, that is very touching and Happy Holidays to you and thanks for everything you have contributed to this Association.

Marcel :smiley:

Happy Holidays John and thanks for all you do.

You are the best John.

Happy holidays and God bless you, John.

Thanks for your efforts…

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A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts…
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.”
“It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother…
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
"But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,

“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”