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| Sunrise over Chinaman's Hat |
Friday was my second meeting with Weight Watchers ... and I lost one pound! Now XX more to go!
Saturday was a very busy day for my family! In the morning, I manned the Library Friends' book sale. My first customer - an Air Force veteran - always brings me a treat from his backyard. Yesterday it was two pears and lovely blossoms to decorate my table! He also donates books - he brought a copy of Laura Hillenbrand's UNBROKEN. From Laura's website,
On a May afternoon in 1943, an Army Air Forces bomber crashed into the Pacific Ocean and disappeared, leaving only a spray of debris and a slick of oil, gasoline, and blood. Then, on the ocean surface, a face appeared. It was that of a young lieutenant, the plane’s bombardier, who was struggling to a life raft and pulling himself aboard. So began one of the most extraordinary odysseys of the Second World War.
On a May afternoon in 1943, an Army Air Forces bomber crashed into the Pacific Ocean and disappeared, leaving only a spray of debris and a slick of oil, gasoline, and blood. Then, on the ocean surface, a face appeared. It was that of a young lieutenant, the plane’s bombardier, who was struggling to a life raft and pulling himself aboard. So began one of the most extraordinary odysseys of the Second World War.
The lieutenant’s name was Louis Zamperini. In boyhood, he’d been a cunning and incorrigible delinquent, breaking into houses, brawling, and fleeing his home to ride the rails. As a teenager, he had channeled his defiance into running, discovering a prodigious talent that had carried him to the Berlin Olympics and within sight of the four-minute mile. But when war had come, the athlete had become an airman, embarking on a journey that led to his doomed flight, a tiny raft, and a drift into the unknown.
Ahead of Zamperini lay thousands of miles of open ocean, leaping sharks, a foundering raft, thirst and starvation, enemy aircraft, and, beyond, a trial even greater. Driven to the limits of endurance, Zamperini would answer desperation with ingenuity; suffering with hope, resolve, and humor; brutality with rebellion. His fate, whether triumph or tragedy, would be suspended on the fraying wire of his will.
We all hurried home to clean the house for our evening party. We hosted my husband's barbershop chorus, SOUNDS OF ALOHA. Barbershoppers are known for spontaneously singing ... and they did! Our neighbors delighted in hearing Americana at its best!
So I celebrate these little victories!
Mahalo,
Kim in Hawaii
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| SOUNDS OF ALOHA on board Mighty Mo! |
















