Shivers… tingly shivers.

How life pans out… grateful for your “luck” of the draw… but so very heartbreaking at the same time.

Left to remember…

My father got the call up here in Oz… he trained but was considered unfit for the fighting field because of his height (too short apparently) and lung sensitivities. He chose to stay on in service in a different capacity for 25 years before he became a teacher.

Threads of connection forever present.

Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for being you.