It all began on a difficult deployment. By far the most difficult of my few years in the Navy. Everyone missed home and each day was a perpetual Groundhog Day. We were finally getting mail after several months without. I remember getting the package with my name penned in small blue ink. It was from my mom and I was so excited at the thought of just getting something from home that I almost didn't open it. Receiving a care package is almost like being a kid on Christmas. You are mixed with such joy and excitement that it almost doesn't matter what it is. Half the fun is just in the present itself. I opened up the box and although I was so happy and loved everything inside, my heart sank when I realized all of the home baked goods and chocolate had gone bad. Although I loved the nicknacks in the box I didn't have room to store much of it and nearly all of the baked goods I had to throw away. It was then, at that moment, that I had the
AH HA! moment. I started sketching out what a care package box would look like from a site that would help parents, like my mom, or anyone else to send a care package.
I'll admit I still tried to eat the chocolate and it was terrible, but the idea and brainstorming session that came out of that care package was worth every bit of it. I don't think she knows it, but it was thanks to my mom that Troopster was born.
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