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11-11-2015, 09:26 AM
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11-12-2015, 04:38 AM
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While still a flat bellied, six legs a day Dash driver made my way back for the door long after I assumed everyone was inside only to find a gentleman still in his seat with a woman standing behind. As I got closer, I realized he hadn’t any legs below the knee and become pretty indignant the airline had not met them at the gate with what we called a straight back chair. Isle chair is the correct term? Anyhow, I apologized and said I’d stay until it arrived. Long pause. Then on impulse, almost as if hearing somebody else, I asked, “Vietnam?” He looked at me straight and simply replied…”yes.” After no more than another 30 seconds of silence that passed like half an hour, for some other reason I still don’t understand because it’s not like me at all, I started to friggin cry. A hand shot out, grabbed me by the forearm. He said, “It’s not your fault, you care and that’s all anyone needs to know. I didn’t fly here today to upset the pilot.” I laughed. The isle chair arrived, his wife gave me a hug and they went out of my life. Odd when so brief an encounter stays with you forever.
On this generous, criticized giant of a country spills an equally giant fountain of courage never run dry. It seems to me we serve that gift with honor when choosing caring over bitterness. To all the veterans on these pages, your service on our behalf is NOT forgotten.
On this generous, criticized giant of a country spills an equally giant fountain of courage never run dry. It seems to me we serve that gift with honor when choosing caring over bitterness. To all the veterans on these pages, your service on our behalf is NOT forgotten.
11-12-2015, 06:46 AM
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While still a flat bellied, six legs a day Dash driver made my way back for the door long after I assumed everyone was inside only to find a gentleman still in his seat with a woman standing behind. As I got closer, I realized he hadn’t any legs below the knee and become pretty indignant the airline had not met them at the gate with what we called a straight back chair. Isle chair is the correct term? Anyhow, I apologized and said I’d stay until it arrived. Long pause. Then on impulse, almost as if hearing somebody else, I asked, “Vietnam?” He looked at me straight and simply replied…”yes.” After no more than another 30 seconds of silence that passed like half an hour, for some other reason I still don’t understand because it’s not like me at all, I started to friggin cry. A hand shot out, grabbed me by the forearm. He said, “It’s not your fault, you care and that’s all anyone needs to know. I didn’t fly here today to upset the pilot.” I laughed. The isle chair arrived, his wife gave me a hug and they went out of my life. Odd when so brief an encounter stays with you forever.
On this generous, criticized giant of a country spills an equally giant fountain of courage never run dry. It seems to me we serve that gift with honor when choosing caring over bitterness. To all the veterans on these pages, your service on our behalf is NOT forgotten.
On this generous, criticized giant of a country spills an equally giant fountain of courage never run dry. It seems to me we serve that gift with honor when choosing caring over bitterness. To all the veterans on these pages, your service on our behalf is NOT forgotten.
It is caused by a lack of agreement, mainly by who owns what. Humans need to be more careful about what they claim their belongings to be, what they claim as property often doesn't belong to them.
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