Thursday, August 10, 2006


In the August 2006 issue of Real Simple Magazine, there was an article where people wrote in and told stories of a time in their lives when they were fearless. There was one that I really loved by Wanita Zimmerman of Elk Grove, California:
The year was 1943. World War II was raging. I was a 19-year-old naive Kansas farm girl working at an Army Air Corps training base, where I met a handsome private from St. Petersburg, Florida (the other side of the world in those days). The most fearless thing I ever did is marrying a man after only two weeks of knowing him. Everyone said it wouldn't last. It didn't. He died of cancer on January 18, 2004, after we'd had only 60 years, 10 months, and 15 days of marriage. The most fearless thing I ever did resulted in an exciting life with a loving, thoughtful mate, two sons, four grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.

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