Wave, my beloved flag, for all of us to see
Proudly display the colors that stand for liberty.
You were carried into battle, watched men fight to keep us free
This flag means a lot to plain folks like you and me.
For the most part my parents were much more practical than romantic, so it surprised me when Mom got a wistful look on her face one day when she confessed that she fell in love with our father when she was just 12. He had come home from the army and was in uniform. She said when she saw him in uniform, she was smitten. She knew then that boy who grew up as neighbor and was seven years older than her was the man she wanted to marry.
A uniform distinguishes a worker and elevates them to a position of trust and honor. Not just anyone can wear a uniform. It takes a special person; one who is loyal, dedicated and true. When one is in trouble they seek out a person in uniform, someone they can trust, perhaps a policeman or a security guard. When one's health is in trouble there is comfort taken in seeing a nurse or a doctor to attend to their needs and diagnose the problem.
When I worked in a doctor's office we were asked to wear cotton medical scrubs. At first I was a bit annoyed at having to buy new clothes but soon I loved them. My favorite scrubs were blue sky scrubs and you can find them at http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/. They wash and wear amazingly well, look crisp and neat at all times, and are wonderfully comfortable. You can quickly tell the staff from the patients and the professional look helps to put the patients at ease. I understood and respected the doctor's requirement of scrubs for all staff. It added to the professional environment.
This post linked to weekend reflections. Thanks so much for visiting me and have a fantastic week end. Take care and God bless!