The other day an email arrived from a Korean War veteran who started off by saying, "I suppose someone else will get this, add me to your fan club and you will never hear a word of it. But here it goes anyway."
History's full of people who made a difference, took a stand or voiced an opinion against injustice when it cost them plenty. Either it wasn't known at the time or time covers their boldness in cobwebs and chokes away the memory.
Behind the little house where I spent a happy childhood, where I toted books from one room to another, where I knelt by my bed nightly to pray, where I ate homemade biscuits buttered and sprinkled with sugar, is a little shed.