History can help us replace fear with perspective
My parents married on Valentine’s Day in 1942, smack dab in
the middle of World War II. While fear and terror encircled the globe, Mom and
Dad circled each other with young love, big dreams, and bright hope for their
future. After having their first child, Dad was shipped off to Europe where he
saw other men, women, and children suffer atrocities so terrible he would
scarcely speak of them the rest of his days. Yet, in spite of the unfathomable
barbarism wreaked by the malevolent triumvirate of Germany, Italy, and Japan, hope would not be conquered. No, the 1940s may have felt like the end of the world,
but it wasn’t.