My gate has changed and I run through the airport to get to the new one in time. As I pass the gate next to mine, I see a man in uniform sitting next to his family. I politely approach him, greet him, and shake his hand as I say, “Thank you for serving our country.” He thanks me as his eyes fill with tears. Sitting on the plane later, I realize he must have been on the verge of being deployed and leaving his family. When I see a person in a military uniform, I make a point of looking them in the eye and thanking them while shaking their hand. For me it's a tradition that I started about six years ago because I can't join the military because of my asthma. When I fly across the country to visit my dad, I keep an eye out for the iconic military camouflage outfit. I do this not only to thank and support these people, but as a sort of tribute to my grandfather who inspired the idea. My paternal grandfather was a major in the US Air Force. Even though I never met him, I got to know him through the stories that my grandmother told me...