I know I’m late in the game but I just read this post for the first time and I have to say “BRAVO” for, first and foremost, your persistence in getting the records and, secondly, for moving on with such eloquence. That poster of yours is certainly a work of art (the art of living). And I love this guy Lee.
Keep on keeping on!
Love,
Kevin
Dottie,
I just read your piece and I am, well, in awe. I’m in awe of your writing. I’m in awe of your honesty. I’m in awe of your courage. I’m in awe of your survival. Mostly, though, I’m in awe of your ability to embrace life as something that’s still so beautiful, despite all the ugly experiences and memories you have from the early 1960s.
I remember a time, many years ago, in the early 1980s, when you first showed me one of your Op-Ed pieces and I was shocked to learn of your terrible experiences. I also remember having a hard time equating the person in your Op-Ed pieces with the person I knew at the time. How could a person who had experienced such horror, be this gentle, understanding and sparkling person. Now, as I look back at this time, I realize what I was witnessing: a beautiful flower blossoming after a raging storm. Today, many years later, you are in full bloom, and as beautiful as ever.
Hi Dottie,
I know I’m late in the game but I just read this post for the first time and I have to say “BRAVO” for, first and foremost, your persistence in getting the records and, secondly, for moving on with such eloquence. That poster of yours is certainly a work of art (the art of living). And I love this guy Lee.
Keep on keeping on!
Love,
Kevin
Dottie,
I just read your piece and I am, well, in awe. I’m in awe of your writing. I’m in awe of your honesty. I’m in awe of your courage. I’m in awe of your survival. Mostly, though, I’m in awe of your ability to embrace life as something that’s still so beautiful, despite all the ugly experiences and memories you have from the early 1960s.
I remember a time, many years ago, in the early 1980s, when you first showed me one of your Op-Ed pieces and I was shocked to learn of your terrible experiences. I also remember having a hard time equating the person in your Op-Ed pieces with the person I knew at the time. How could a person who had experienced such horror, be this gentle, understanding and sparkling person. Now, as I look back at this time, I realize what I was witnessing: a beautiful flower blossoming after a raging storm. Today, many years later, you are in full bloom, and as beautiful as ever.
Carry on. The world needs more heroes like you.
Your Montreal pal,
Kevin