Fifty-five years ago yesterday, on November 22nd, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated at the age of 46. The same age as me. Continue reading
Fifty-four years ago today, on November 22nd, 1963, American President John F. Kennedy was killed as he travelled in his open-car motorcade through Dallas, Texas.
Before he entered politics, he joined the navy. One night the wooden boat he was in was split in half by a Japanese war ship and the back injury JFK received plagued him for the rest of his life. But as the leader that night, he had to take care of his men. He towed one injured sailor, swimming through spilled fuel and waves, to safety. For this act he received the Purple Heart. Continue reading
My grandma, and all the other ladies in Ireland that I visited when I was young, had two pictures on the dresser. One of the Pope and one of President John F. Kennedy. JFK was the epitome of dreams come true for the Irish. His grandpa scraped together the four pounds he needed to sail across the Atlantic at a time when many of the windows of businesses in the new country held signs that said, “Irish Need Not Apply.” Continue reading
Today is Inauguration Day for the 45th President of the United States. It’s the day the torch is passed to the next leader. A fellow human being will take an oath to protect a global superpower. It is an awe-inspiring undertaking.
No matter what you think of the next president, or whether he is the candidate you would have chosen, he starts his job today. Continue reading