A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Friday, November 22, 2013

I'll Never Forget

Coming home from the pool this morning, I was thinking back to John F. Kennedy's death. Everyone remembers where they were, when he was killed. I was working at St. Joseph's hospital in Elgin, Illinois. We had just returned to our physical therapy department from lunch when the hospital Priest, Father Pierkowski, came running in to the room.He told us what had happened. His quarters were right next to our department and he asked if we would like to come in and watch his TV. There were the three of us, Father and the pharmacist standing and watching this tragedy unfold. After hearing that he was indeed dead, Father put on his vestments and we followed him into the little chapel across the hall. Some of the Nuns were already there, kneeling. We all prayed in our own way and this little chapel was used all of the day by people just dropping in. We went home early. I didn't drive in those days, so I was taking one bus and transferring to another . Everywhere I went, people were talking in hushed voices. It seemed that the world stopped for a little while that day. People talked to strangers and it seemed that we all needed a  hug. It's one day that I'll never forget.
Balisha

2 comments:

Jean R. said...

Everyone seems to know where they were on that day. I was working in a flower shop when a customer came and told us the news. The day of the funeral we had a little TV in the work room and the phones literally stopped ring which they never, ever did that close to the holidays. So much of our history would have been different if not for this one event in history.

Judy said...

It didn't matter if we were Republican or Democrat--we all stayed in front of our TV's and sobbed and mourned all those days. We lost our innocence that day.