Everyone has a story.
Or many stories. Every person, uniquely, owns a piece of history.
A cherished friend of mine was a helicopter pilot during Vietnam.
Twice, his helicopter was shot down in the midst of battles. As it is recorded, that was a horrendously uncivilized war. I have never known anyone who fought in those jungles, who was not scarred mildly or severely.
Then there’s my friend, Sue, who g…
