Did anyone hate school?
I loved learning but I hated most of school.
I liked elementary school before the middle years. In grade 8, when I did my holocaust project, I felt 'way ahead' of that teenage year. Older, older than what thirteen or fourteen should feel like.
So, I found one thread throughout the school years where I could find my interest- History.
History is a teacher in itself. Reading history, you can learn so much.
Mistakes... that is what you can really learn, from history... where people made their mistakes; what reason mistakes were made; but the one thing that is always hard to truth out is...
Motive.
What is the motive for doing what you do?
-Is it safety for your loved ones?
-Is it to earn a decent living?
-Is it to find happiness? That is very elusive if not impossible to find.
So, as you travel along lifes' difficult highways, I suppose we all must learn ways to communicate in a way we all respect.
Only one son from 775 Fleming reached out via email but I am not even sure if he was the one who sent the email so I await further information. Liam wanted the photo back on.
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