Wow.
That's all I can say.
No, it isn't. I'm looking down from the computer now at my beautiful little girl. In about 11 days, she'll be nine months old. Right now, she's sitting on a blanket on the floor, alternating between tugging at the bib we have on her (it says, "Loveable," and she is) to protect her dress, looking at my wife who is getting ready for church, looking at me while I'm typing this, and watching Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal play for the Wimbledon Men's championship. She has no idea that there are men out there who will sacrifice everything to see that she can grow up in a country where she can say what she wants, when she wants, and be anything that she wants to be.
I will make very sure that she does know that there are fine men out there that have done this, and she will know their stories.
Time to wipe the eyes and blow the nose. My wife knows that when I do those things, I've read the story of an American hero.
God Bless Michael Monsoor and all men like him!