Reflections : young life
During the 50's America was a place very different from today. I grew up
on a farm, we prayed in school and we went to church every Sunday. We ate
apple pie and liked ice cream. This little boy in this little Pennsylvania
town thought he was in heaven. How quickly things changed. In 1963,
President Kennedy was assassinated. 'Why is the world crying?' I thought.
What about heaven? We're supposed to live forever! I had it all wrong, I
guess. We moved from the farm to the suburbs of New York City. It was called
Jersey. Life was different there, but we still went to church every Sunday,
still ate apple pie and liked ice cream. It was a good life, everyone in the
family involved in Scouting and School Events and Church activities, doing
what Americans do. When the Vietnam War came into our homes every night on
TV, things became uneasy. It was war. Boys just barely young men were going
away to the war, never to return. Mothers and sisters crying. I was afraid.
Afraid that I would have to go learn to kill and maybe be killed. What about
Heaven? We're supposed to live forever! I had it all wrong, I guess.
didn't have to wait for my number to come up in the draft for the Vietnam
War to change my life. One night the secure routine of school and Scout
meetings and committee meetings for Mom and Dad was brought to a startling
halt. A young man had gotten his draft notice. He decided to end his life.
He took the baby he had just had with his girlfriend, drank a quart of
vodka, got in the car and drove down the highway at 120 miles an hour. But
Mom was in his path in a car driven by a neighbor. The young man killed her
instead. Until then, pain was just a passing thing. Anger was just a
temporary state of emotion. The pain of despair had escaped me. And what
about heaven? We're supposed to live forever! I guess I had it all wrong.READ MORE...