Light at the end of the tunnel

At the recommendation of The Chick, I've been reading an excellent blog: Oh the Joys. Joy's most recent post is a touching story on the theme of "where were you when. . . "

When President Reagan was shot, I was a very young monkey. I had only recently escaped the lab and had been taken in by the kindly Old People. The Old People had enrolled me in the local country school and I was trying hard to fit in with the humans. When news of the shooting was learned, the teachers wheeled a television into the classroom and we watched news coverage of the event. Little did I know at the time that this would be the first historical event I would watch over and over again on television.

But, what makes this event stand out in my mind is the conversation the Old Woman and I had about it later that night. The Old Woman told me that EVEN if I had shot the president, she would still love me. (She did add that she might not pay for my attorney, but that even being that bad wouldn't make her stop loving me.)

I was a terribly wounded young monkey. The thing I needed most in the world at that time was to know that I could be loved unconditionally. Frankly, it is that unconditional love that has made all the difference in my life.

If you would like to write your own entry about where you were/what you were doing during a significant historical event, feel free . . . just add the following list to your entry and make sure you add yourself.

Her Bad Mother
Sweetney
Mamalogues
Mrs. Flinger
Whoorl
Oh, The Joys
Somewhere In The Suburbs
The Super Bongo