August 25, 2026. Beyond the heroes whose names are etched in history, America is home to numerous silent heroes—people whose faces and names remain unknown. They walk among

 Dear Jesus,

Throughout Vietnamese history, there were the Hung Bang kings who founded the nation in the South, called The Viet of the South. There were heroes like Ly Thuong Kiet, who struck terror into the hearts of Chinese invaders; Tran Hung Dao, who repelled the Mongol-Yuan forces three times; Le Loi, who waged a ten-year resistance to drive out the Ming occupiers; and Nguyen Hue (Quang Trung Emperor), who crushed an army of 300,000 Qing troops to safeguard the realm—along with countless other heroes too numerous to list here. 

My second home, the United States—though a nation established only 250 years ago—is also rich in heroes; history knows them as the "Forefathers": George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, John Adams (and his family), Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, John Jay, and James Madison.

Beyond the heroes whose names are etched in history, America is home to numerous silent heroes—people whose faces and names remain unknown. They walk among us, until one day... 

No one can boast that they will never face an illness beyond self-cure, requiring a hospital stay. Then comes the day one feels utterly helpless, only to realize there are people around—American nurses, both women and men—whose hearts are filled with genuine compassion, caring not merely out of duty. "Oh, please don't try to sit up by yourself; let me help you..." she would say, gently pulling my back forward to assist me to the restroom. 

"Oh, why aren't you wearing socks? Your feet will get cold." Then, she kneeled on the floor to put socks on my feet. 

One day, before I could even reach the toilet, I couldn't hold it in; my bowels let go, soiling both my legs and my hospital gown. 

"I’m such a bother to you…”

 "It’s no trouble at all; it’s just part of the job..." 

She bent down to clean up the mess and change my gown. 

Another time, noticing me itching or scratching my back, another nurse remarked:

 "Your skin is so dry…"

 She took a wet wipe from a pack of Pampers and gently wiped down my entire body. 

A night-shift nurse, before leaving at the end of her 12  hours shift, came over to my bedside, leaned down to give me a hug, and said:

 "I wish you a safe journey home this morning..." There were countless such gestures of genuine kindness shown to me by both female and male nurses throughout my hospital stay. I recognized these as sincere expressions of care from people I had never met before. They arrived like little angels, bringing a ray of warmth and the hope that, beyond my own family, there are others who truly care for me. All these gestures reminded me of the Last Supper, when the You knelt on the floor to wash the feet of your apostles—even Judas Iscariot, the one who would betray You. 

Once, a disciple asked:

 "Master, who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?" 

You replied:

 "It is the one who serves—the one who humbles themselves to serve their brothers."

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  Dear Jesus,

   Let me know You, and let me know myself. Know You to listen to Your Word, and put it into practice in my daily life. Know me to change my path to Your righteous one, to have Heaven in my heart, and You are always with me.

  May my meditation bring many more readers, who are not yet believers, into your Forever Family.

  Please bless all those who read this meditation in my Blog.

  AMEN.