I still remember the day that I got the call about my son, Brian Mast, from his sister.
I could hear her tears over the phone as she told me that Brian – then serving in Afghanistan and on a critical mission in pursuit of a high-value target – had been blown up by a Taliban bomb.
My heart sank. I worried that I would never be able to say the words “I love you” to my son ever again.
But by the grace of God, my son survived - though he lost both of his legs and part of his hand. Even though I knew it wouldn’t be an easy road ahead, I told Brian that he had to keep going…
…He couldn’t leave his greatest service to his nation behind him…
…He couldn’t have his kids see him feeling sorry for himself.
It was a tough love message to be sure, but Brian took it to heart.
He battled through adversity, learned to walk again, graduated from college, and kept up that service to his nation: this time as a Republican, America First Congressman for the state of Florida.