Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station on Park Avenue and 42nd Street in New York City, New York was built in 1913. It has touched the lives of scores of millions of people.
Here unfolds the drama of tens of thousands of lives daily. They come from all walks of life and crisscross the city, state and country each and every day. This huge edifice has been the gathering place of service men and women for almost one hundred years. Here the tears and laughter of men and women have been seen and heard for generations. The tears of sorrow at departure and the squeals of laughter at the return of loved ones all taking place in this open theater for all to see. There is other high drama taking place here. Anxious parents traveling to distant cities to receive medical help for themselves or their loved ones. A thousand heartfelt stories taking place moment to moment. Love being pulled apart or challenged in unimaginable ways. Lovers parting, lovers reuniting and others coming and going to and from their daily routines. A million people and a million dramas unfolding every hour of every day and night. Who are these people? They are people like you and me. People with dreams, people with hope and yes, people filled with despair. This is a daily occurrence. Should a writer wish to record this activity of the human race by positioning himself or herself in a place to observe this daily activity one would see the entire history of the human race unfolding before their eyes. Eventually, the people of every country in the world would pass before them with a polyglot of languages, customs and dress. The USA and especially New York City proving that this country is indeed the ‘melting pot’ of the world. I have my own special memories of Grand Central Station. The official name is Grand Central Terminal, but Grand Central Station seems to be preferred by visitors and New Yorkers alike. I can remember when after enlisting in the US Navy I was ordered to meet at Grand Central Station to leave for ‘boot camp’. It was exciting for a seventeen year young man leaving home for the first time and going to who knew where. ‘Where’ turned out to be, after ‘boot camp’ the South Pacific and war. When you are that young you think you will live forever and bravery seems to be more ignorance than courage. Still, while many did not return, for better or for worse, I did.
The United States Government provided me with the opportunity to go to college and that single event set into motion a series of events that like a row of dominoes caused one effect after another. One does not often realize that a single decision can cause unseen effects to follow. I chose to go into communications and broadcasting and that led to jobs in radio and then television. That led me to specific television stations in different markets and cities. In one of these cities I met and married a beautiful, wonderful and intelligent southern lady from the University of Alabama, who had earned two Masters Degrees, named Martha Jean. This led me to graduate school at the University of Alabama. After two children and a successful career in television broadcasting and a successful advertising agency in Miami Florida, life again changed for me when it was discovered my wife Martha Jean had a terminal illness which eventually took her life. I thought , at this time, that I would now be celibate for the rest of my life, I was mistaken. It seemed I would again be blessed with another beautiful woman. Linda entered my life and once again the sun seemed to shine and the dullness and gray pallor of each day was now filled with color and light again. I have known many beautiful woman, but Linda was exceptionally beautiful. I was aware of her beauty and attracted by it but it was her inner beauty of character, integrity, humor and spiritual morality that captured me. We married and were in bliss for almost two years when it was discovered Linda had a terminal illness that eventually in five additional years also took her life. I was blessed to have two wonderful marriages and I have said that when in heaven I will be one of the few men there with a beautiful woman on each arm. If one looks carefully, one can follow the threads of life’s tapestry and see the mosaic that has unfolded. Little decisions also can and often do result in life changing events. Consider your life carefully. If you have a loved one remember to tell them every day, or at the very least often, how much you love them. Look into their eyes and tell them why you love them. You think they know but it is vital you tell them anyway because the time may come when you can no longer take them into your arms and tell them how much you do love them. You will miss not being able able to kiss them and you will miss not having them close to you and you will miss them when you are alone at the table and alone in bed. Tell them now and tell them often. Will I find another lasting love? I can’t say, only God has the answer to that.
When I returned from the war I also came through Grand Central Station and my story is only one of those millions of similar stories.
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