50 years ago today the bullets from one idiots 21 dollar 30-30 hunting rifle changed the course of history not only for this country but for the entire world... I was eight years old at the time and we were visiting my Aunt June (Mamas baby sister) and her family in West Texas... I remember seeing my mama and my aunt June crying and I remember crying too... Not so much that I was old enough to know the full scope of what had really happened but more so because my Mama was crying so I cried too... I remember seeing Mama and Aunt June crying and shaking and holding each other when they saw the special news report flash across the TV screen... And I remember seeing the First Lady instinctively climb over the backseat of the convertible they were riding in in an attempt to retrieve her husbands brains as if she was going to put him back together, bless her heart... And a couple of days later I remember a very young JFK Jr. saluting the casket holding his father as those six white horses brought him by on the way to his final resting place at Arlington Cemetary... A couple of days later on the way back home we rode by the infamous grassy knoll and the book depository on Dealey Avenue in Dallas... And even for an eight year old boy it was a somber sight to remember to say the least... Being raised in the Deep South and up until that fateful and fatal day I remember my Daddy always referring to Joe, Jack, Ted & Bobby and their family as them damned Kennedys... But I never heard him use that term again after that day because even though Daddy didnt like them politically he knew this was a sad day for not only America but for the world... John Fitzgerald Kennedy may have been alot of things that My Daddy didnt approve of but to this young Mississippi boy he was a man of great promise who brought inspiration and hope to a country when it needed it the most... And for that I was thankful even at the tender age of eight and I still am... So for the man that didnt live to see his dream come true I am thankful... And for the others who died for their country and what they believed in I am also thankful... Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King, John Fitzgerald Kennedy and Robert Kennedy; on this special day I salute you for being men who loved their country and its people so much that you werent afraid to die for what you believed in... I just hope and pray nothing of this magnitude ever happens again... It will always be remembered as one of the darkest days in the history of our country... And this concludes Day 22 Of Thankfulness Class... Class dismissed, yall...
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 15:00:57 +0000
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