We had a guest speaker yesterday at church. His name is David Benson, and he’s the founder of a Southern Indiana-based non-profit called “Dogs Helping Heroes.” As the product of a military family, he’d witnessed firsthand the physical, emotional and mental toll war takes on returning veterans. Many suffer from PTSD and a host of other difficulties that make re-adjustment to civilian life extraordinarily difficult.
Benson, a long-time dog trainer, discovered that training a service dog to be a constant companion for a wounded warrior or first responder, could transform that person’s life and help restore his or her connections to family, friends, and willingness even to venture outside or shop for groceries. After three people suggested to Benson that he start a non-profit to expand his work, he decided the universe was sending him a message, and he founded Dogs Helping Heroes. The operation is a volunteer effort. Rescue dogs are carefully trained, often initially by inmates as part of their rehabilitation, before being paired with their new owners. Benson showed a video and brought along two veterans and their service dogs to illustrate how life-changing the program has been.
Benson spoke passionately about the program. He teared up when he told the story of being at a celebratory picnic for participants in which a little girl had come up to his father and said, “Your son gave me my daddy back.”
It was so clear that it wasn’t just the recipients of the service dogs whose lives had been transformed, but it was Benson’s life, as well as the incarcerated folks involved in training the dogs. I was reminded once again that those who espouse an “It’s about me, me, and me” approach to life have it all wrong. It is only when we reach out beyond ourselves to make a difference in the world that we transform our own lives.