I leave at 7:00 a.m. to have enough time to walk today’s formidable distance. Since it’s a holiday (Memorial Day), traffic warms up later than usual, so I take advantage of the empty road. The steady rhythm of my walking pace allows my mind to wander in many directions. I pass a quiet cemetery to my right and am struck by the monuments–testimonies to those who have died. 
Soon a query emerges in my mind–who is your Nathaniel on this Memorial Day? Last spring, the International OCD Foundation asked this question for its successful spring fundraiser. We all know individuals who have lost their lives in their struggles against mental illness.
Although Nathaniel never served in the armed forces, he certainly fought many difficult battles against his enemies during the 13 years of his illness–the accumulation of which, in my opinion, easily equals a major war. He fought valiantly. Yet despite all his clever maneuvers and his occasional victories, the enemy eventually wore him down and won.
For me, Memorial Day should honor all the individuals who have fought for mental equilibrium and health, often against overwhelming odds. How can we forget these exemplary fighters? Do they not also deserve equal public recognition? Is there not a special flag to display for them? How about a grand parade to publicly recognize their exceptional heroism?
I pass an historic marker that describes the history of Joppa Road. I take time to read it. I’m 
nearing the end of today’s 22-mile journey and will finally reach today’s destination– chez my second host family on this Camino, Lorraine and Peter Doo (Judy’s Westtown School classmate) in Towson, located north of Baltimore. I’m eager to enjoy the generous hospitality of friends, a sharp contrast to the bland welcome of the hotel chain.
I end the day filled to the brim with thanksgiving and deep admiration for our Fighting Nathaniel, the ultimate soldier and combatant. He unquestionably deserves the Congressional Metal of Honor and a 21-gun salute on this Memorial Day.
