At the start of World War II, Viktor Frankl, a 37-year-old respected psychiatrist in Vienna, had a thriving practice, a nearly finished manuscript, and a wife, Tilly, whose laughter could fill any room. As Jews, they could have escaped to America, but they chose to stay with Frankl’s elderly parents. Within months, the Nazis detained them all, transferring them first to Theresienstadt, then to Auschwitz, and ultimately to Dachau.
Read ArticleI’ve always loved art, and in my youth, I spent my free time sketching on vacation. While I struggled to draw people, I enjoyed capturing landscapes. I would take a blank page from my sketchbook and transform it into a realistic depiction of a building or natural scenery. For this reason, I have always admired the painter Bob Ross.
Read ArticleA couple of weeks ago, I traveled to Lexington, KY, to pick up my son, Chris, who had just finished his first year at the University of Kentucky. As usual, I took a short detour to make the long drive more enjoyable. This time, I explored the Blue Ridge Tunnel trail near Wayneboro, Virginia, just off I-64.
Read ArticleIn case you missed it, May 14th was Ascension Day—the day Jesus left His disciples and rose to heaven. (By the way, I missed it too.) For some reason, we don’t celebrate Ascension Day, but Pentecost, which occurs ten days later, gets much more recognition, and rightly so; it is considered the birthday of the church.
Read ArticleI don’t understand why people tell me I am so noble for staying with my wife despite all her health issues. What is so noble about it? I love her! When I married her, I made a vow to her and to God to be with her “for better and worse, for good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do us part,” and I don’t plan to leave her just because she has the misfortune of being sick with an incurable, debilitating disease. Apparently, this must be uncommon in today’s world.
Read ArticleBefore I lived in the DC area, I worked for the federal government in Louisville, KY. When the federal government, in its infinite wisdom, decided to close the office where I worked in 1994, I had a choice: transfer to either St. Louis or the DC area, or be laid off (RIFed, if you speak federal government). I chose to move to Reston, VA, to work.
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