Happy Tuesday! Back to the work week — or making donuts for those who remember the commercial. 🙂 Yea, I know, Abbi’s not totally feeling the work love just yet either. But, it’s still technically Monday as I write this.
We are at day three of gratitude.
Today I’m grateful that at certain points in my life there seemed to be people watching over me.
My first station in the military was RAF Woodbridge, England. I was a few months short of turning 19 and not quite a full year out of high school. I was a glorified secretary for A-10 fighter pilots and I remembered they always treated me with respect. Or maybe even like a little sister.
What I didn’t realize and learned years later was that the squadron commander had given a directive to all those pilots the minute I walked into my office in a refurbished WWII quonset hut. Said office is pictured below.
I’m told Lt. Col. Lieberherr promised a significant reduction in rank if I was treated any way other than a sister or family member. So I had the privilege of traveling to Spain, Germany and Italy with about a baker’s dozen big brothers in tow.
I’d say it’s not just someone watching over me, but proof that true heroes still exist. 🙂 And I’m sure there are other instances I don’t know about. I would have never known about this if a friend (the wife of one of the pilots in the sister squadron) hadn’t told me.
Thank you, Col. Lieberherr and anyone else who has made sure I stay safe. Probably not always an easy task, I’m sure.
Back for more gratitude tomorrow. Enjoy your Tuesday.
P. S. Three weeks until the Season 2 premiere of New Amsterdam. **happy dance**
If you have to eat two frogs, eat the ugliest one first.Brian Tracy