Over the years, there have been times when I’ve worried about my health or other concerns. Then I stop to think of someone who had a positive influence on my life or affected my life in a special way. As I reach for pen and paper and begin to write the letters, my focus turns away from myself and I forget about my worries. Writing letters to those people makes me feel better and, from my prior experiences, I know my words encourage them.
Welcome to old age, I tell myself. At least the title of “senior citizen” sounds much better than being called “old lady.”
The Faith of a Plebe by Elise Seyfried Our long wait was over. After a separation that began June 30, on a mid-August weekend, we were finally reunited with our “plebe,” US Naval Academy Midshipman 4th Class Evan […]
“Jean, could you step out for a minute?” the first grade leader asked. She spoke soberly. “We’ve lost track of Jay.” “What? You’ve – you don’t know where he is? Did you check the bathrooms?” “Yes, we’ve checked all of them,” the group leader said.