So of course my readers will know what today is. Last year it was on a Monday. I’ve been blessed with this Sunday to focus, once again on me–my thoughts.
I researched the date:
1992 Deadly riots erupt in Los Angeles
53 people died in the riots, which started after the acquittal of the 4 Los Angeles police officers accused of the brutal beating of Rodney King.
1945 A day before committing suicide, Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun marry
On the same day, U.S. troops liberated the Dachau concentration camp near Munich.
1975 Hubert van Es takes the famous picture of a helicopter airlift from a Saigon rooftop
The image shows South Vietnamese civilians employed by the U.S. trying to escape Saigon on the day before the city’s fall. It came to symbolize the American defeat in Vietnam.
This last one reminds me of the friend who pulled me out of my deep abyss of depressed thoughts, shortly before I started this blog. His father’s family fled Saigon in 1975: the picture is eye opening:
Not everything is random.
What if His 5 year old father was never given the chance to flee to America?
Where would I be?
Wow! I understand now. What he means to me. He saved me.
God’s plan. Not random.
Alfred Hitchcock also died on this day in 1980.
April, 29th and the coinciding anniversaries. Hmmm…
I picked the few that seemed relevant.
Ask if you’d like me to elaborate on any of these not-so-random historical instances.
I have moved from the peacefulness of my home to the bar. I’ve only had 3 pieces of sushi in the past 48 hours, and now I’m drinking a double shot of crown alongside a BudLight draft.
But only because it sucks
It’s not him.
It’s the anniversary.
I guess I’m just feeling