This Historic Path

Recently, as I was having a friend on the phone helping me fix a computer glitch. He told me this story about his 97 year old father, an Italian immigrant. Many years ago his father escaped from being held captive and murdered by Nazi soldiers in Italy. He and his friends two friends refused to join Hilter's army. For some unknown reason...even to this day, this spry 97 year old doesn't for the life of him know why he wasn't shot, after such refusal.

The Nazi soldiers involved holding him at gun point. Rifles readied decided to let the three young Italian men go. He thought then as they walked away, they would be shot in the back. When they weren't, to say the least they were stunned to have been let go without a scratch.

Soon after the man escaped and came to America with nothing. As well did his future wife, mother of my now friend. Both became citizens. Eventually the man worked for our government.

The other day with this 97 year old Italian immigrant speaking to his son, my longtime friend stated to him, that this current crisis with COVID-19 and the politics with it, was perhaps equal to or worse than what he'd experienced during the war and the depression. Food for thought... As we are on This Historic Path.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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